Darkness At Noon
Driving the wrong way on a one way street,
struggling and yelling and honking the horn,
no smiling faces do our crassness greet;
booked by the police, their looks very stern,
whilst weary for wear, dents our car adorns.
Likewise in life, if doing self serving,
joys seem fleeting whilst sorrows long lasting;
orbiting vague fears and desires egoic,
by self-blocking love throb vivifying,
we feel trapped thus in life currents cyclic.
28-October-2020
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