Mediocrity of winter hangs like switched-off fairy lights, Words like mediocrity wriggle through swallowed thoughts —Life runs on the highway, Walks by quaint roads, Loiters around bushy by-lanes, Bylines of fate are the diminished Statutory Warnings on end-page Surrogate Adverts….
It takes a sudden turn when — They, in their Dior Tuxedos and Puma runners, sprint to Choose Gucci over wild scent, Light their cigarettes from the Raging forest fire, And turn towards the mist —
Stories of life write itself on hand-made papers with vanishing Ink, What do they miss…..
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