Manifesting a taboo, dance, ritual or cult

The conundrum lies on the sagas sculpt

Ruining the presence of ultimate reality

Nor it copes up the destination’s worth

An unknown ecstasy in the depth of dearth

Is it to whom I belong, the trivial resilience

So why am I in a fragrant wreath?

Surrounded by the glimpses across street

Overcrowded by the shadows of vulnerable clique

Is it the odyssey of unspoken ordeal?

A tabooed persona, marked amidst wildness

The jungle or world, my ecstasy been steal

By the chorus of convoy, I had once a deal

Is now showing up, grieved or retreat

What am I up to, a gregarious pulpit, warning a storm?

A decent struggle, held in religious norm

Who believes it, endeavor towards a tomb

Demonstrating reserves of strengths to mob

Where to lead, the endless boulevard

Towards the dancing fantasies of the yard

Heeding the creatures along with me, more smart

They are who have no believe, headed to the dark

For no reward promised, no word of mouth

Still they are superior, for they never are proud

Whatever bestowed with gifts, they doubt

Hitherto, wield the rituals shroud

Maybe cults, I have witnessed, so my mother

For she never forgives forfeits, those who unsure

Of who they are, why they aren’t pure

Either follows a cult or never assured

What they are up to, never are they allured

Towards the hidden treasures, one experience in life

What makes life worthy, to strive infinite…?