Poem/Poetry

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And then came that day
In its dull dry clothes
Clear of promises
Full of proud airy words
Too stubborn to cohabit with me
Too torn to get stitched by my senses.

Like a King on a horse
The day went on ahead
Drifting as a cloud of anxiety
Feeding me from its bottle of angst
And full of unfriendly thoughts
That danced in a random swirl
In the dim faint light
Before I kicked them all out
Shaking them all off
For some other day.

© Prasant Trivedi 2022

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Prasant Trivedi

Prasant Trivedi

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Writer of poetry and articles. Autoimmune survivor. Fiction reader. Write about life, experiences, literature, humanity, nature, memories, self and society.