in the aeons that stray past
strectches the labyrinth of woes and wonders
from the nauseating depths of memories
he tries in vain to wriggle free
the whole caboodle lay bare sometimes
a sea change of emotions everytime
when day after day he suffers that misery
as he sees in his mess the south indian potpourri
About Me
- catalyst
- i keep trying to be better but the only thing that goes to my credit so far is that i am not getting any worse
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