Smoke Rings Poem by arundhati sinha
Smoke Rings
The date on the bedside clock has changed
I feel the same. I can taste the coffee
Which is but a ring on the table
its all so insane.
I get up from bed
just the way i did
a day before
thinking of the day before.
The smoke rings of yesterday
diffuse into today
I taste the vices long buried
see the faces long forgotten
and I realise my past
is yet to be over.
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4/26/2024 3:44:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The smoke rings of yesterday diffuse into today I taste the vices long buried see the faces long forgotten and this will make me love your poems