The rope of connection

All are on themselves no one other, 

Also time does not when they will go from short.

How someone can be like this, ‘cause I’m not (maybe)

As agelast, bitter, delink, unsympathetic, non-social.

But in this ostentatious world, there is one,

Of mixture of the sweet and spice which makes it relish.

What is it, any guess? I know there are many,

like intimacy, affection, curiosity… but one of them is festivals.

The feast and fete are the one agent of the stick.

Beautiful to connect in community and country

It might be for the god, crop or patriotism or global,

zBut no matter, for who bring fondness, warmth, closeness

After telling this something comes to my mind,

Are we taking these all seriously or boycott as a fallacy?

Making it suffice fumes of fire which make things perish? 

Are we perpetuating and prolonging it, or just 

Ending as dogma, bigot, myth, humbug....?