Bored

I Am Tired

I Am Tired

But all I can be is, a poet. That’s all what I can do.

Bore-dom Riders!

Bore-dom Riders!

I see, in this Busy place. People driving Way to rude. Not because They enjoy. But because They have to be There on time. Where are they heading? I look, puzzled. Might be, to The school? Or college? Or office? Back they drive In the evening, I see them Way …

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