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Sep 2020
the biscuit I dip in tea gets soggy and falls before I eat it.
whatever I aim to throw in dustbin,
it fails.
the way I peel boiled eggs
more then half gets out with the skin.
If I try to cook something
it burns and even I can't recognise what I've made.
If I sit with coffee in my hands and write some poem,
unfortunately it falls on my books.
no matter with how much affection I carry a child,
they cry loud.
the day I deliberately want to have some non-veg food,
I come to aware that its Saturday.


am I the only one .......... having such a miserable life 😑
#uneasy
Written by
Indeed  19/F/INDIA
(19/F/INDIA)   
50
   the dirty poet
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