Hotchpotch

  

Humdrum hours humming cries

Painful memories of the past

Creeks and rivulets of the eyes

 

A martyr’s mother mourned the prize

Promise prayed in the past

Humdrum hours humming cries

 

A tweeny tweenie tormented thrice

Bloom nipped so fast

Creeks and rivulets of the eyes

 

Wailing womb still in trice

Maternity ward coining coins, aghast

Humdrum hours humming cries

 

Wages and sheds the migrant pries

Miles melt in mundane last

Creeks and rivulets of the eyes

 

Shallow selves thriving in lies

Man marred in this thwart

Humdrum hours humming cries

Creeks and rivulets of the eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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