Looked askance
in disgust
another day wasting
for wasted efforts seem
blow riverside breeze only
again to waste away
far-flung forlorn
a sand dune maybe
the hurt etched deeply
yet again cajole a night
to sleep gentle in it’s lap
wasted , as it is…
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” Wasted ” encapsulates in its brevity a throng of existential questions. And brevity as someone once remarked is ever the handmaiden to understanding.
Poignant and powerful poem. Thanks for sharing Lokesh.