Amidst the din and buzzle
Of a city already mad
I find myself repeat lines
From my yesteryear Poems.
Those that I want
Are nowhere near
The ones who are near
Are not the ones I seek
In between what is
And what could be
Is me
Of a city already mad
I find myself repeat lines
From my yesteryear Poems.
Those that I want
Are nowhere near
The ones who are near
Are not the ones I seek
In between what is
And what could be
Is me
24-April-2009
From Life in a Multiverse
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