Bowing Down

A dreadful dream of everything bowing due to intense pressure A grim desire to be in a pride posture and look scornfully The dishevelled reality will be pulled away and folded Discarded somewhere in a dilapidated structure- a reminder of past conflicts Yes, the clocks are too tired to move ahead at a frantic pace The feeble tick-tock announces the dreary moments One by one, … Continue reading Bowing Down