Why Your Dining Table Is Not Mine
As you know, I am fasting today
And fasting was never a lighter chore for me
Craving sugars, coffee mugs, all those, all of these
Serenity prayer, and I kept myself ongoing.
Every fever has a hype, this one too.
I just thought that the thermometer was a gift
a glassed space with mercury indicator
to remission the degree of expiation
the world needs.
Though, the world, I thought, is still in the first phase
phase I construction zone, happening in mind space.
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