chayamsu v r
The New Year - Poem by chayamsu v r
like a solitary hawk,
the ages winged its way
across the bay
of the time,
while the haughty tides of the time
splashed spittle on our lives.
not even a nibble of good grief
nor pleasure gone
with a single fling.
all anew cling
to our chores and bid us:
'come, we can bid or time'
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