Life is becoming a tasteless dish
Neither there is salt nor any spicy twist
Each day seems to be a burden
Nothing to look forward,
Nor anything to leave behind
Many a times I wonder what's going on
Ofcourse, there isn't any answer
But sometimes I don't even understand the question
That's circling around
Because of what/how I speak
I come out to be a pessimist to the crowd
A practical pessimist, I choose to call
Who takes stock of things around
And only then comes out with a statement about all
Not that the times are bad
For I have seen must worst then what it is now
But something is amiss for sure
And, unfortunately, I am not able to figure it out
-SR.
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