Some words of heart lose
Their subtle sense,
When repeated many times,
For heart concerns;
In utter nonsense
Good things remain
Often low-lying,
Trivialities of everyday life
Stride with great preponderance...
A mood of despondency
Takes shirty roots
In a mind - boggled, infected
Deep, incessantly
Dragged into murky mud
At the throttle of fellow feelings
Of one's own ultimate intimate…!
