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Another day




I spread out in peace,
basking under the generous ray,
that lights my world to sweat.

I lie down on a pile of fragility
just like my journey under the yonder,
shattered yet ploughing through.

The green shelter upon my head,
is my faithful company every noon,
after the sumptuous meal I digest.

Though with crevices, a thousand,
darkens my day,
soothes my tanned cloak.

Ah! the appalling breeze,
at these fantasy glassed shops,
tantalizes my spirits to work hard.

Yet I get, the hot wind ,
sprawling through the naked streets,
parching my throat off my last quench.

After the short nap,
I waddle onto the deranged streets,
pedalling hard among the buzz

to bring to an end,
another day of struggle,
to wrap and shelter,
to quench and nurture.

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  1. Beautifully portrayed .. the pain and agony in those lines ...

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    1. Thank you so much :) Keep reading and keep visiting :)

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