Mundane living
Simmer the sunshine,
Cause it hurts my eye,
So does the mundanity,
Holding on - gripping it,
As to waist does a belt.
Free to roam the streets,
Dark and lively,
Rain smothering the pain,
Dogs bark-an omen,
Living for the night,
Rather filled with laughs,
Mugs of beer getting me.
Soon have to catch a train,
And return to the mundanity,
Hoping I’ll live for the night, again!
Copyright © Tejaswi Kalra | Year Posted 2023
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