by prabhu
LIFE SHEDS ANOTHER DAY
World rejuvenates its dirty qualms in an intense calm. At rest are its dwellers after an arduous day Mind is a guiltless gizmo, it knows no freaky harm Deep in the resting neurons lie the dread of another day’s toil Mom’s cherishing concern for clan, stern gestures of rearing Dad’s words of care sometimes cross over to the realm of unfair Non-stop chatter in apps hooks you with scores when your eyes sores Friends galore but only a few we adore Hey, it’s 12:01 am, life has been drifting with a nomadic fling Moments of ponder & mend, to be noble, thriving and blend. MISEVIC, 2017
MAY 2020||The penchant|12
