Mundane. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Time seems to be seemlees,
Passing away second by second,
Harly any thing good or great
To be done, life looks mundane,
A copy slightly different
From one another,
with a tang of anger,
Love or hatred here and there,
Making it more difficult
To pass, but with a defenite goal
Of getting older, but not wiser,
Everyone looking like anyone else,
With news items giving slight thrills,
Or interest of a murder,
A rape, a theft, a crime,
Few good or brave acts to be read,
will the time change
Bringing exciting actions,
If nor by the hour, but once in a day?


Ravikiran Arakkal