Gentle tap of the family of even four
the constant twenty dusts
wintery dew on cold chairs
twenty-twenty four a new guest
baggage of three-sixty-five days
mingled thoughts of seven billion
another year of seasonal spice.
wintery nails scrape the door
remind numbered days to slip by
the cold stretch narrows
bartered degrees fluff global warming
scorching summer emotions
in queue drain multiple moods
ice-creams and colas coat plastic thirst
symphony of fans and airconditioners
drown heated egos.
drops on roofs somewhere, cars afloat elsewhere
well-rehearsed rains invade houses, fields and alleys
it knows no name.
Countries play musical chair with hesitation.
Flowers bloom, fields dance, some farmers agitate
governments crease brows over farmed tea and wheat biscuits
tunnels, alleys underneath fields shriek of silent horrors
echoes mutilated under armoured tanks
desolate walls holed with decorations
inmates shrunk in dungeons below
sirens, raids replace music.
Holed walls with no breath for company
snow and mice caricature ruins
egos unwilling for a break
A trimester over, nine more months to go
one breath of freedom for all
Is the past an amnesia for mankind?
Mankind lost in new romance
ChatGPT and AI, the new bed fellows.
Enough, pleads and laments the poor year.
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