I am out.
And about.
My mind
it's fooling me.
Into
believing.
That it's
doing
something.
Ha.
It seems
the soul
is shuddering.
The mind
a-shutting.
The nose
oh-so-sillily
a-sniffling.
Tip: Visit Leh in August. It's (unbelievably) even better.
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7 comments:
You're in Leh again??
Don't tell me!
there we go again.
Stop rolling your eyes Marvin. Only I am allowed to do that.
A blogger, and a poet. And god knows how many more hats you wear.
Jokes apart, it was really a sweet poem.
What do you do? How do you have a job which takes you to Leh? Why is life so unfair. Bleh.
Life is good on someone I see!
pinky fails to see the light so often, he must be turning blind. like dhritrashtra.
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