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Aug 2015
My thoughts bear me back
I can hear self speak
To mediocrity nā€™ tack;
Horror, how my words leak!

Hear me dish out
What I was handed
My worst - Infernal spout -
The vermin banded.

If I do live in me mind
What Paradise I expect to find?
Despite the daughter, my sole joy, laughter
What! Must my body travail
From rafter to rafter?

Then again, vermin mill round
I tap away, coroner profound
Nikhil Khandekar
Written by
Nikhil Khandekar  Vadodara, India
(Vadodara, India)   
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