The zing seems to fade away
And there are zillion reasons to question,
Bloated all over like yaws of the tropical
And I no longer protest or shy,
Succumbed to the twinge every moment
I mock myself, drowning in the shallows.
The klaxon in the distance is intense now
And concussion of the night before decimates,
Contentious all over are contemplations in my mind
And I no longer syncretize or pry,
Succumbed to the lurch every step
I mock myself, drowning in the shallows.
The intellect at times abandons
And the inherent sack continues to rust,
Scattered all over are chunks of the grey matter
And I no longer whet or try,
Succumbed to the foil every attempt
I mock myself, drowning in the shallows.
