Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Poem: Evenings are for regret

Evenings are for regret
Loathsome feelings emerge
From something vile bubbling beneath
The tired aching earth

Evenings are to forget
The million smiles given freely
Bazillion hugs taken 
From that selfish innocent

Evenings make me lament
Another day lost to little jobs
That pay nothing, not even satisfaction
At a job well done, for it's got to be done again

Mornings are my friends
I wake up to her laughter
It washes over me
Rids me of the filthy remnants
Of last evening's slovenly regret

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

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