She holds a toffee apple like a child <br />And he plays the mouth-organ mild. <br />They pass the time in the messy world <br />And they go on a ride in merry-go-round. <br /> <br /> Though it’s bitter; Life is a carnival for them <br />And they make fun of showing realism. <br />Someone laughs at them who believes nihilism. <br />Sun & moon rise and set but never met in the sky of individualism. <br /> <br />He is alone like a featherless bird and very unhappy today <br />As it seems she flew to another cage secretly. <br />Now he feels the weight of life like mercury <br />And the mouth-organ plays the song of melancholy.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fly-in-the-ointment/
