Ongoing
The land of colourful excitement,
The rivers of deepest longing,
The wind which was a warm buzzing,
The wind subsided, uninspired,
The river turned still, unmoved,
The night came soon, without a moon,
And all laid hidden, with silence too.
Pack up and leave behind, such is my mind,
They are not a cage, but I age,
and a new play must take the stage.
4th February, 2024