That's What Sucks
In the static snarling evening traffic,
when in jam I get perennially stuck,
my tense senses get so very sick,
that’s what sucks.
When I bear with people I don’t like,
I feel I’m stuck in a marsh of muck,
a compromise chord I need to strike,
that’s what sucks.
When a friend borrows money from me,
doesn’t come back to return even a buck,
for he disappears, his face I don’t see,
that’s what sucks.
When your blooming garden I pass by,
but for you a rose I can’t pluck,
reason you don’t tell, I don’t know why,
that’s what sucks.
I try to reach and win your heart,
it drifts away, I run out of my luck,
love is lost, I can’t make a fresh start,
that’s what sucks.
August 12, 2020
Contest : It Sucks
Sponsor : Kai Michael Nreumann
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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