Between
East and West
hot Sun
and cool Moon
life veers
round
its own pathway
you like or
dislike.
pen
a poem
of prosaic
living
a
sad metaphor
serendipity is
God’s dictum.
winter
unfolds
many a
penury
rug less on
the
platform still.
Short story
long life’s
embittered
feelings
end concludes
never ending.
in sea’s roar
a
drowning fear
runs me down
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