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Tag: sway

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Pockets All through

Pockets of potholes seen on the road

Pockets of dirt found in the corners.

Pockets of land looking not flat.

Pockets that are visible

Pockets that lay camouflaged

Pockets big stitched in dresses .

Pockets small adorning the kids wear

So being pockets all in the fray

there arises a bump on the way

an accumulation in the sway

finally a resource in the bay.

Running through the winding way,

Negotiating through the jerky turns all the way,

Neglecting the ups and downs in the fray,

I dashed head over heels in an exhaustive sway,

To find my treasure lost in the deep bay,

Did you get it ? you say,

I shake my head implying a “nay”,

What did you lose ? you bray,

My mind, my mind ,I crave.