Thursday, July 9, 2015

A Clockwork Borange

Out of sheer boredom,
I scribble down this poem.

People might not find it good,
But write definitely, I would.

Suffocation is gripping me,
I really don't want to just let it be.

When I really started thinking,
About scribbling down something,
The first two lines came in rhyme,
Had to keep the rest so, lest it be a crime.

Thinking of a title, I came across 'borange',
The only word that rhymes with orange.
My initial choice was just use 'Clockwork',
Which then I thought, alone, couldn't work.

Now I stop writing this poem,
And go back,to the same old boredom.

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