The Tedium
Perplexing kind of a quandary
with no lucidity in its substance
The nucleus a tad flustered
with inspiration seeming askance
On face all may look cheery
but aft is a deceptive pretense
The heart wants far to wander,
to head it makes no sense
Pondered at many a juncture
if it were some sort of a curse
This award of copious sensitivity
which I am not able to inverse
With realism mostly daunting and
make believe appearing secure
I often delve into realm of unknown
and yield to inexplicable allure
poem by Sunny Chopra
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