machi prasad Poems

Sugar and spice, thali and rice and, everything nice?
Strange lives full of lies, like a game of dice,
Played in a trice, With Whisky on ice
And Misguided advice, trying to splice
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Like the falling leaves each dream just dies
Leaving a tree that is devoid of life
Drying under the harsh sun
A man walking by
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The dog just ran away,
Ma just cooked, Pa slept,
While little brother just looked,
I want to cry, the eyes won’t tear
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