Lost friends, forgotten past,
Tasteless tales, sapless beings,
Melodies weakening, dreams fractured,
Sounds soulless, images sunken.
Gods seeking approval, all in vain,
No gain, only pain, O swine,
Quick, too quick, the changing seasons charge,
Mirthless conversations, empty fields.
Drained are the holes, thirsty souls abound,
In this realm of emptiness, echoes resound.
Dr. SV Prabhath
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