I don’t know why

I don’t know why you have become muted
In the life where mysterious grass grows
Instead of green we have chosen blue, ones
Giddy whim of bloom interfered your brows
Why did you swapped the trend?
Unless we could become abstract sane again
The loafs and the sleets that fall from heaven
Will they placate or do mind mend!

 

 

5th June, 2016

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