I sat in the bowls of sadness
Racking the days back
Which appeared bitterly delicious
All was the melodious track
Of tragedies playing diminuendo
This has been a trier of cricket
That left its crevice
For a flagrant journey
In a beautiful thorn roads
In a laughing still ocean
A journey that brakes
The darkest still night
In between the land and sea
Seas with fanning gills of catfish
And roads crowded by ugly crocodiles
Betwixt light and covetous darkness
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
I sat in the bowls of sadness
Racking the days back
Which appeared bitterly delicious
All was the melodious track
Of tragedies playing diminuendo
This has been a trier of cricket
That left its crevice
For a flagrant journey
In a beautiful thorn roads
In a laughing still ocean
A journey that brakes
The darkest still night
In between the land and sea
Seas with fanning gills of catfish
And roads crowded by ugly crocodiles
Betwixt light and covetous darkness
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