An old poem

MEANINGLESS

I had a life full of gay?

And 9 to 4 was my day

Gone are the days and the nights too.

It is over one year now, making for two.

I don’t have a dream I have no aim

I live in the past I have no name

Looking in the past through rose colored glasses

I know it was ad but it could have been worse

I have more leisure I have more work

I am surprised I have no one to blame

You can realize how selfish I am

There are 12 ‘I’s in 12 lines.

By Kushal Hada

Friday, July 23, 2004