Weeping Joker
Who are we in this wicked land
The boat I row in the sea of truth
Is getting emptier day by day
My hands are getting tired
Where am I heading
My mind is getting cramped
The same question that never stops fading
Happiness is an overrated feature.
The spoon to feed that to me
Have fallen into this chopping sea
I’m wandering as a perfect insane
who are labeled with multiple names
Decades past,
white hair replacing the dark ones
That’s the only dark into white things
Ever happened in my life
Simple in virtue, steadfast in duty
It's only nice to be on a plaque
The weight of these words made me fall apart from this world
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Kash Rk | Year Posted 2023
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