Sunday 20 October 2013

FALLOWED DELUSION

The harvested  crop of love has been finally carted away

My once green field, is now left bleak and barren

Fed by the unforeseen showers of rain

Weeds of desire, hatred and anger

Now stand invincibly overgrown


Lost in the glory of the harvests of the past

Sitting benumbed;   while the field lies unattended

No tilling, no weeding, no seeding

Yet, still hoping for the finest crop

Oh, relentless thought farmer

How long will you sit idle in this fallowed delusion?





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