Algorithm

Only the foolish can try to intimidate.

Only the shrewd think they can fool around with people twice and again.

Only the meek wear the make-up of a good man.

Only the corrupt swirl with the sweetest tongue, licking the bottom.

Only the conceited attempts to show kindness,

But all they do is facade.

Life is full of pretense.

We are staging a show to entertain ourselves.

All the things we do have no motivation.

Whatever is going on and will happen does happen because of an ‘algorithm’,

The algorithm of becoming ‘someone else’ for alternate reasons.

Reason spoils the journey of making a man.

One reason is enough for a ‘shift’,

A shift for complete change,

But is the massive change the real you?!

Or, is it merely a reaction?!

Or, was the version of you bound to happen this way anyway?

There is no accuracy, no reason, and no mimicry.

Whatever we do is for the ‘pattern’,

The ‘algorithm’ was designed, and much can be understood from that.

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Circa: 2023, Rokeya Hall, DU

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