Aug 2024
Yesterday’s words, discarded as chaff
Not much to imbibe, like news once read
Nothing to reflect, left
Flooding thoughts
Survived many a droughts
Lost to the mundane, caught
Like the lamppost
Which lit through the night
Lost its light to the sunshine, fraught
Not much to imbibe, like news once read
Nothing to reflect, left
Flooding thoughts
Survived many a droughts
Lost to the mundane, caught
Like the lamppost
Which lit through the night
Lost its light to the sunshine, fraught
