Its October again,
Like it always has,
Will reach its tormentous pinnacle this time.
This festivity has only brought oblivion,
For as long as memory recollects.
I wont have the pen this time,
The Shoulders having to contend with impedimenta.
It has always taught
But has never forgotten its nature
Desert may be the best analogy.
I have drawbacks
Tied to me since eternity
Since the time we were innocent
And unaware of the concequences.
But are they the real nemises?
Unjust! It Revolves!
Late blooming is like a shadow!
Everything seems in circular motion.
Nature seems numb to double Jeopardy,
Its own invention,
Something that even the IPC adheres to!
Memory loss has deleted even the defenition of aspitrations.
Tibet lies ahead and I am barefoot.
China beckons a future.
India(past) indeed has taught but regrets stay.
If only this solitary caravan finds the groove,
Can the past misadventures be tranquilized.
Else, Another regret is a Work-In-Progress.
