November 2, 2008 I’m in a contemplative mood and sometimes that gets translated into poetry:

Do I?

It’s been a telling journey, A path one can’t call pale. But with the tumult around me, I feel a little stale.

A little spice before the gurney, A few more twists to my tale. Let the hues of chaos douse me, For I am not frail.

By

Zubin R. Wadia

I wanted to turn it into a sonnet, but any additions just diluted the message, so I kept it at 8 lines and 2 verses. Hope you like it, feel free to share your thoughts or share with others!

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