in

She still feels blues!

Hell did not know

where you had ended

with your pride

and this turban

who smiles

when one is not due.

He is a thumpin expert

and he rumbles the bed

for two minutes

and nothing after that

a silence and a sneer

a restroom rush.

That is the end of the night

beauty of moon

coolness of winds

fragrance of flowers

nothing of that.

With the start of a day

you stand in

shopping queues

for life’s essentials

comparing what you need

and how much is cash!

When short

you trudge to

minion jobs

as a cleaner

in a house or two

wondrous

that you still

feel blues!

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Written by Glower4

Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.