"Being a worthless man
Squandering about
Holding onto tainted shadows
Carrying nothing but hollow promises
Banished off the holy land of hope
He wandered along the muddy ridge of indifferences
Picking pieces of himself broken, lost along the way
Some that he had attempted to throw upon clouds
Only to find him at receiving end, as if spitted upon
Well, well, what else to expect
Being a worthless man
Oh dear, such is the tale of
Being a worthless man
Scheming about
Hiding beneath blots of suspicion
Bound to be caught red-handed and again
Only to be ousted off the boundaries of solicitude
And there, now
Left alone, drunk upon solitude
He wonders
Whether even the night hates him yet
Whether even darkness would refuse
To let him come, any closer
Whether even death would offer him any solace
Being a worthless man…”
Praveen Parasar
04/03/2017
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