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SELECTIVE COMPLAINTS

Oct 19, 2022
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By Aswathi Prasanth


Definitely an abrupt end it is..

As you

cannot close down

everything as 'easily' as you

Finalise

on the end of your journey

You might have list of promises

Kept in reserve to be kept

The list of places to be visited

The list of books to be 'tasted' at least

In case if you lack time for

'chewing and digesting'




You

might have bills to be paid

Debts waiting to be cleared

Minds waiting to be united

Above all if you found it impossible

Just impossible like anything

I don't have complaints...

But a few opted it just

to delve into that sea

That unfathomable sea

Of curiosity for something

Unknown and 'untouchable'

Something mysterious as fictions

Something more mysterious than

A human consciousness

Didn't you see nothing curious

In life?

Till date?

All those years?

If so, again I assert

I don't have complaints

If it was just for that curiosity

To know the unknown

Life too holds in abundance

Did you know any moment

About the next moment?

No I guess

No, almost sure I am...

No tarot cards told

Or none asked even

Tarot cards and fortune telling

Never care moments

But years or eons to come,

Who cares!

But I am reproachful

If you chose it just for curiosity

To know the unknown

To touch the 'Untouchable'

Because moments in life

Kept much in reserve

But you never remained patient

Still I promise

Above all if you found it impossible

Just impossible like anything

I don't have any complaints...

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By Aswathi Prasanth




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