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Long way to go

Sleep in the brink of the eye,
Rested the folded arms in façade frame;
Eyes drooped and the head rested in the arms,
Intellect slowly turned cozy, I have a long way to go.

Thud, the eyes open bright,
Wage earner with a coffee cup pushed the rested arms,
Courtesy a distant reverie, moved back to accept veracity:
Intellect slowly turned livid, I have a long way to go.

The wheels beneath sunk into potholes,
The coffee cup churned to the wage earner’s dismay.
Dispensed few mL on the floor and sipped a few more; dazed by the deed
Intellect slowly turned belligerent, I have a long way to go.

Few more draughts and a hasty look
The coffee cup on the shuddering floor with no etiquettes
Gooey from the coffee cup steeps the shoe
Intellect slowly turned abstemious, we have a long way to go!

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  1. SarahMarch 17, 2011 at 7:31 PM

    Hey Gokul, I've got an award for you at my blog. Do drop by and pick it up.

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  2. UnknownMay 20, 2011 at 11:52 PM

    wow...way to go :-) GO GOKUL!!!!

    "Wage earner with a coffee cup pushed the rested arms" is ma fav line followed by "Gooey from the coffee cup steeps the shoe"

    keep the rhythm goin!!!

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