28 March 2023

Un-

Unsung songs on 
The tip of tongue,
Dissipate in 
Overused melodies.

Unrealised dreams
From moist eyes
Drown in forgotten 
Memories.

Unsent mails.
Unspent time.

Unsold fantasies 
In the holster to
Wither in tired 
Fragrances. 

An unlived life
Mourns in a
Body-bag with 
Muffled eulogies. 

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