On Significance

Everything statistically significant needn’t be significantly correct,

We are told repeatedly, what we know, we realize in retrospect.

Our world lies in an array of disarray, of significant lies.

And we, bound significantly in our web of doom, fail to realize,

We may be allergic to the counterfeit, significantly articulate,

But however tough we may seem, we are significantly delicate.

Our significant existence may seem insignificant to the masses.

But it does make a significant statistic to other backward classes.

We interpret as we are made to see, significantly gullible,

We interpret our decay, as we see it, significantly tenable.

Our education seems significantly poised in shreds of insecurity,

That we may see tomorrow, it is significant question of ambiguity.

We elude the man behind the mask, significantly hidden,

That we may don that mask soon, is a significant fate ill-ridden.

The voice of the people, the march of a nation towards significance,

Seems lost between our aspiration, our significant pledge to eminence.