Why Is It That All Is Profusely Complicated? Poem by Sumita Jetley

Why Is It That All Is Profusely Complicated?



Simple things.

Become So hectic.
When they become Some Body's Bread and Butter

Otherwise
Most things are Free

Both of hassles and currency

Isn't it?

Friday, July 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: wake up call
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