A bluish tinge of lonely walk ..
Beneath the skills of the walking talk.
The age of growth expounds with flair ..
What the devil do I care .
There is not much to say today ..
The skies were pale and filled with grey.
I know not why I poet be,
Its not for me, to be, for me …
A tool that covers many a side,
Is what is prime, in ours with pride ..
I linger on without much thought,
It is distraught and more distraught ..
Do bear with me this day of DAY,
I do have another way ..
But that is not intended, true
There be so many, of different hue ..
I am but small and in no consequence
For I do live in spiked gilded fence ..
'They' feel that I am known to them
I’d rather be than pander them ..
Regrettable that it came to pass
A half filled glass, a half filled glass …
The morning harsh, beckons vivid and clear
I must be gone .. be gone, my dear ..
Beneath the skills of the walking talk.
The age of growth expounds with flair ..
What the devil do I care .
There is not much to say today ..
The skies were pale and filled with grey.
I know not why I poet be,
Its not for me, to be, for me …
A tool that covers many a side,
Is what is prime, in ours with pride ..
I linger on without much thought,
It is distraught and more distraught ..
Do bear with me this day of DAY,
I do have another way ..
But that is not intended, true
There be so many, of different hue ..
I am but small and in no consequence
For I do live in spiked gilded fence ..
'They' feel that I am known to them
I’d rather be than pander them ..
Regrettable that it came to pass
A half filled glass, a half filled glass …
The morning harsh, beckons vivid and clear
I must be gone .. be gone, my dear ..
Amitabh Bachchan
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