Comfortable Life
Smoothing wrinkles on a paper
With my palms
Hurriedly torn out
From colourful paper bags
In which my half finished dinner
Minutes ago had arrived
Started scribbling in a rush
With whatever I could find
For cavern above my busy palate
Had suddenly come alive
With words flashing and dimming
On one of those roundabouts
Where thoughts meet and depart
Through multiple diverging paths
Into a thick mist
Of a comfortable life
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Your words have created a sense of urgency and purpose here.
Thanks a lot Sadje
You’re most welcome
Very nice Sir.
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I am equally blank at it. 😃
What is exactly that you want ?
Wanted to earn from WordPress
Well. I am the last person you should be asking.
😜
Why Sir
Because I have no clue.