Not as to wait, for the endless dawn
Never done with this dread, reconciled on the page
Oscilating thought patterns drifting, as if mental brawn
Looking inward, feeling outward, with the pen I shall wage
Category: philosophy
THE FARTING ELEPHANT, Poetry by Trusha Navalkar
Shimmering sequins and clicking heels,
Chattering galore as I step into the room.
Ear-thumping music and disco lights
Conceal all the gloom and doom,
As folks whisper and glances steal.
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