On Synthetic Tracks... Poem by indira babbellapati
On Synthetic Tracks...
How long
How long,
This endless marathon
On the routine lanes,
I ask myself
As I keep running the marathon
On the synthetic tracks
That don't tire my feet
Don't I prefer those bumpy
Tracks that I once ran?
Plastic flowers
Synthetic scents
Bottled water
Aerated drinks
Habitual shake-hands
Lip serviced compliments
Disgusting disgusting
This marathon on
Synthetic tracks...
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5/6/2024 3:18:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Habitual shake hands Lip serviced compliments All related to synthetic tracks. Natural is preferable. Nice poem.