There’s
Nothing
Here, but a
Carefree passage.
A no-restraint smile.
Stray afar from those that
Offer no joy. But weep at
Even the slightest consoling.
They’d rather the bleak way than mend their
Say. So why dim and squint at a drab sight?

When you can look not hither & thither but
Guffaw at such imbecilic play.

– Meera

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