Sunny Chopra

(30th January / India)

Manifested Rue


Midst of societal compulsions
I truly was unable to behold

Time stealthily slipped past
that no one could withhold

Got woken from the reverie
it were nearly into night

Revelry over and done with
left was a residual plight

One with practiced patronage
stands alone and in penitence

Source for other’s rationale
is now mending many a fence

Old craving still persists
but lost is the earlier zest

Fresh stimulus playing truant
no intent is for newer test

The part of thence milieu
is now rueful and forlorn

Witnessed a lot of trickery
and loads of contemptuous scorn

From cheery bygone subsistence
to present filled with remorse

Guess whole lot needs dumping
to embark on a fresher course

Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014
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