Poem -
Black Hole
There's a land
far far within
where the weather
is always rain.
Many lived there
but none moved.
All dripped wet
but none felt it.
They wore a
'what if' mac
and sat under an
'if only' umbrella.
The mac was all
but a flimsy whim;
the rain drowns it
with a floating illusion.
The umbrella was all
but a skeletal regret;
the rain drenches it
with a shroud of hope.
What if the rain is to stop?
Would then they move or
still remain in inertia of mere
existence and denial of life
They warn about drugs,
And caution towards drink.
If only they'd also warn about
the black hole that's self-pity.
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Comments
Very good write angel
Shukriya Angel! :-)