What is this drug that lingers on?
In smouldering ellipses and whirls of smoke
Some meth to doze the senses
Ten bottles of burning coke
It is not sickness that afflicts me
But this nagging burning in my bones
The gloom of yesteryears
The water nymph’s last groans
And one by one,these leaves fall
One by one,till there’s but one last leaf
And every morn,my eyes alight
On a more pastel shade of harrowing Grief
Maybe tomorrow, there won’t be
A perfect sunrise to grace my eyes
Maybe tomorrow, I won’t be
And yet,the sun would set and the world would rise.