An Epitaph
The days of happiness skedaddled
And made a grimace out of the wrinkled face
Which in a drunken stupor , saddled
With the burden of desires , unlike a sage
Broke into a lugubrious psalm.
Spurs hallucinated, hampering the vision
Hitherto held the verbosity to the...
And made a grimace out of the wrinkled face
Which in a drunken stupor , saddled
With the burden of desires , unlike a sage
Broke into a lugubrious psalm.
Spurs hallucinated, hampering the vision
Hitherto held the verbosity to the...