Predicaments become doodles
after
a certain point in life
and
you would never know
what
funny things could come
charging
at you
like
the weather’s wrath
How
would you know though
in
such a dimly lit bar
a
selfie won’t help much
--
Anant
Dhavale
Poems by Anant Dhavale.
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Predicaments become doodles
after
a certain point in life
and
you would never know
what
funny things could come
charging
at you
like
the weather’s wrath
How
would you know though
in
such a dimly lit bar
a
selfie won’t help much
--
Anant
Dhavale
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