Wishes fall lame… <br />Lamington pastries pester the mind, <br />Mindless grows the present <br />The present is devoid of any surprise, It’s plain, with no mysteries <br />Mysteries are all ‘my histories’ stacked together, <br />Together we march towards death, <br />Death is a sweet zilch, which beats the grind!<br /><br />Shivapriya Surve<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-train-of-thoughts/
