By Harsh Patil
I'm a laggard in a limbo,
Staring at a shuttered window.
As the caffeine floods my veins,
Dither jitters and cold sweat rains.
The petrichor reeks of quine,
The winds of verity send a chill down my
spine.
As the tumults arborize,
It's time for having bloodshot eyes.
My mind's indoctrinating blatant lies,
From the falacies that I surmise.
I'm struck with an abulic episode,
Writing death a laudatory ode.
By Harsh Patil
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