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Three days and Realisation

No Obsession and to think that it was only

Tha Rain no something else

A growing fondness for things never thought before

An attachment towards listening to unfamiliarly familiar

Words

The last three days without Music of a Diffrent kind

Softly reminded that the Past is just a fleeting glimpse

The other staring at you to have Ignored

How could this Sudden realisation come about

For many months and weeks and fortnights got

Used to the language the singers their progeny

And then the Box refusd to divulge open cackle

Reminded that the Umblical Chord was cut long ago

And that every thing stands Forgotten the Memories

They laugh at me and provoke

How come this sudden reaisation of the Past

Ah! Yes got carried away by the lyrics the melody

It is a different land different set of Circumstances

Strange rules to follow

Refrain from Recollections

Avoid sentiments

Erase it

Its over

So dont discover

Time to get Prepared

Fot the Ride

Going to be Rough Friend

Will there be Pakl Bearers

Nah! Got to get buuried become one with

Good earth

Came one Morn

Going soon