the wise, unwise choices

fuel the very moment.

having lost in deep thoughts

yet persisting, away from mind's dying land.

consciousness whispers,

strike the iron while it's hot

till it dies down.

tender, as it should be

what one calls a lament coated as history

—never meant to exist.

    "Lament. Truly nothing short of sorrow, don't you think?"

    cemy. 27th March, 2020.