Diary of no Reason

Florets are never eternal Babies eventually loose their innocence. Jokes when said twice fail to entertain Success and failures are ephemeral Mountains love retreating cloud Who hide their beauties with colourless winds. And of their invincible heights Makes them feel no proud Along the corners of streets and lane. Rains make small whirlpools and ponds. They are beautiful They leave no evidence of their existence The shirt will have to be ironed again The girl shall fall in love again. A rich will be proud less of his richness Against a poor who does not complain Time isolates, the remembered and forgotten We are sorry for no reason All that is being said and done, Makes little sense in the end All that is being said and done, Makes little sense in the end

©Amit Nigam

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