Bliss Squandered
An outlook towards life nowadays.
By Debaditya DuttaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by NIKLAS LINIGER on Unsplash
Sinking without a trace,
Bliss from the lips of the mundane folk,
Gracefully plotted to squander,
By echelons hanging from clouds,
Respiration used to be free,
Can be purchased at stores,
Water is now mercury to be spilt,
Greens found in pots,
The titanic found its trench,
Optimists have a stench,
Pessimists are on fire,
Middle ground found a pedestal bench.
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Comments (2)
love your different writing style makes your poem so interesting to read.
wonderful!!