When promises are funneled through wide mouths and narrow minds
Most of the essence is lost in transit and remnants trickle down tediously
When senses claim to comprehend the aftertaste, leaving a pungent taste
Every trickle holds the impermanence and frivolousness of feeble ideas
Uncomfortable with the self, an existence lay scattered all over the places
Picking bits and pieces of ideas and coagulating them to seal the mind
Indicating the fickleness and lazy endeavor to borrow perceptions
Even reflections give a jolt to the eyes after a silent altercation with soul
But dreary promises funnel down and trickle through to entice hearts
Leads to infringement but still there is the only choice to survive on drips
Feeble ideas from constricting minds create narrow labyrinths of life©
Very good read Amitav:)
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Thank you, Sumith.
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