Sometimes when I'm left alone,
I just brood on my own.
Alone on my rocking chair,
my fists closed in prayer.
To and fro thoughts sway,
like a jolly kid at play.
The unending kiddish pranks,
like thoughts of all ranks.
Comes and haunt my mind,
like a shadow dark and kind.
I'm not clever like clever men,
who sway every now and then!
I wade against waves and see,
I'm not far from where I'd be.
Times changed from time to time,
Rich - snatching the hungry dime!!
Uhh! The thoughts come and go,
like cheap tears to say so...
Pity! Pity! Unworthy fame!
The rich plays a dirty game.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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