Smoke In The Air
It’s all a waste
Realised it late
All dreams and desires
Losses and gains
All that posturing
Claiming higher ground
Flogging that tired
Body and mind
To arrive anywhere
At pride’s dictates
To find there’s nothing
Waiting at the end
Just glasses empty
And full ash trays
Dead stubs heaped up
Smoke in the air
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Like this. Hard hitting and understandably so.
Life itself is hard hitting.
Thanks a lot for going through.
A very dark and saddening poem Shashi.
It’s not saddening. Actually it’s reality. It’s better to come to terms with rather than floating in a false world.
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