• vaqif_nama 4w

    Awkward lines

    As you write these lines,
    They seem boisterous sometimes,
    Maybe a bit too grand,
    A tinge of melodrama to the existing ones,
    But as the smoke by the river's bank,
    Heaves in sight,
    The ratchet words bounce into play,
    They had been out cold for too long,
    Shut for the longest time they know,
    And the pages starts to drivel,
    As the mind, distraught,
    Sings itself to sleep again.