TIME IS A BIG BLENDER----- BY LOUISE

How much we have advanced,
From the caves in each different continent,
To a beehive of today's humongous cities,
Slow cooking of differences,
Given up to melting pots of digestions,
Till eventually,
Here comes the super blender,
With its sharp blades,
In just a matter of a few celestial minutes,
Individual specialities break down,
And in a whirl of turning around,
History loses its time frames,
Map loses its longitudes,
A flurry of neutral colours,
An averaged out of heights.
Time turns to cut through shapes of nations,
Time turns to cut through lines of generations,
Time turns to cut through layers of conformations,
Time turns to cut through perspectives of proportions.
A big jug,
A big pot,
A big barrel,
A big cylinder,
Times turns its sharp blades,
And in due course,
An era of egalitarian promise takes place,
Your conditioning of traditions loses its edges.
A smoothie is born out of this blending,
Which is the ultimate new horizon looming.