Rummed Bum a Buddha

I longed to see my face whiz off wall
So I closed the tear in my stomach and chose to drawl
Twice to a bar in a while I went to soar
Thrice tried witness to a Czar by bone

Twined in a tale too late, tried guiding myself home
I was paused by the pander often along the way
Spill of spite and other dalliances feigned
Yielded and rigged by the writ got delivered on doorstep

I passed close enough to two deaths by then
The drivel of one almost made me lose my head
The other I forego as a farce in face of trouble
It likened me to a Buddha going about enlightened

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017-2018

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