Moist Curse
Oct 15, 2022
An Unsolicated Poem
It’s a long I don’t feel the moist days
Don’t feel the long old days
The days of constant truths!
I’ve never ever desired getting wrapped
Up by ‘those old days’, being overwhelmed
Into a moist thought of truths.
Though these homely days
I bought as moist, got cold and dry,
When on a westy day, I forgot to cry.
This soul gets tranquil by having mah own curse
Getting the fullest on breathing farse,
And it’s not something heavenly
Only of the jinx!
Whom the curse is to given?
To the jinx
By jinxes disgorge.
Not just a bitter curse!
A classified existence and depth.
This accursed day’s truly renowned
Comes in turn,
Filling me in the deep moist home of
Desert Sahara,
Being a tropical rain-forest,
Filling me with rain showers!
