never saw a day
through the eyes of glory
but when dusk came
I cried for it, nonetheless
what was it
that pinched the heart so
when everything seemed merry
why did it feel awry?
the lakes felt a bit too full
yet couldn’t quench my thirst
and till date, till this minute
what is this unending quest?
bring me solace
or take away these remains
what good is it anyway
if it only breaks me so
~~~~~
Asha Seth
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Remains of ‘a’ day?
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Didn’t get you, Sir.
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Oh, sorry about that. I was trying to do a lame pun on the title of the book by the name “Remains of the Day’ by Ishiguro.
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That was deep.. There is so much in it that I could relate to it at many levels..
Keep up the great work 😊
Much Love
Dee Kay
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