advocatemmmohan
The Renegade Prize
Nobel, where is the sovereignty you once claimed?
Where lies the crown of prestige, now fractured and unnamed?
Your chosen heir has turned away, her vision growing dim,
As merit sinks in spectacle and sacred truths grow thin.
Once, your path was iron-bound, with Truth the only guide,
A compass set against the dark, with nothing left to hide.
Now wandering echoes measure worth by fashion’s hollow rule,
As the prize is passed to the rejected — and wisdom plays the fool.
-M.Murali Mohan
