Trying to buck the trend, we

Meekly observe from a distance

As muddy torrents crest the banks

Submerging and defiling

Everything being touched

Shed a few drops of tears

A few words to console


Tuck our tails

And lick our wounds


Meeks shall inherit the world

We move

In search of higher grounds

Misfits we all

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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