Remains Of The Day

vikas chandra

With that only vow, we rise to sun
Which shoves us, to our daily grub
Of full-lost battles, and lives undone
Plays one more day, on our hearts’ hubbub

We write and wipe, and write again…
The rites of life, with a splintered hands
Thru clogged alleys, and a mob profane
We play along, our one-man bands

To live ain’t sin, to sin but life
We leave behind, a trail of lies
Life’s all about, that daily strife
Whose creed, we love to idolise

Time left us, or we left time behind
Like molted skin, of a yarn astray
In vain recalls, linger enshrined
Life’s sublime tolls, remains of the day

© 2016 Vikas Chandra

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