Mockingly

It’s a look that mocks, a strange arrival at the inopportune time

The hour is right, but the unkempt life is unprepared to come out

Some preoccupation with life that is distinctly solemn now

Without laughter and joyous sparkle in the eyes, the silence is grave

Every possible reason to love and embrace the day disappears

In jest, it throws some situations along the ways of the world

Thoughts horse around the dark wilderness in an untamed way

~Amitav

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