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
Ourselves
Tuck our tails
And lick our wounds
Murmuring
Meeks shall inherit the world
We move
In search of higher grounds
Misfits we all
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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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