At times
I don’t know why
Embracing the present
Basking the ambience
Seems hollow
At times
I don’t know why
The divine endeavour
Full of joie de vivre
Adrift elsewhere
Gone astray, lacklustre
At times
I don’t know why
The jaunty me
Trying hard to swallow
The every bright and breezy
Often fails, go bananas
At times
I don’t know why
Inclination of amity
Becomes a zealous desire
Hankering my other half
Becomes a fervent hope
Empty
That’s what I want to know why
Every times..
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