Scream, shall I? Mourn, maybe.
O poets, I can love. And, fight wars.
Brood about a world going waste.
But, they will say it’s an old story.
Tough they are with no hope.
With wise words to #soothe or sting.
Then, is there reason to write?
I am tired. Tired being tired.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired.html
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