Tale of Some Man
Slowly but surely a man gets used to a lot of things...
And slowly but surely
as the days go by
A man gets used to a lot of things:
Anxieties from women
Heartaches from his failures,
The wannabe and so-called musicians, celebrities
The all-important diplomatic bastards
The posers, the pretentious
The dogs’ wails and all so many things!
He gets tired of trying,
And of every load,
every feeling he has ever had to bear!
He gets used to adversity
not before calling it worse than death itself!
and so...
He gets used to death itself.
Yes, he gets used to death too,
and then...
he gets tired of life
and everything it possibly contains!
nothing matters to him anymore:
Absolutely Nothing!
He then merely passes his time,
looks around and tries to understand
Yet he understands nothing!
and then he gets used to not understanding too
And then he understands.
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Adesh Acharya
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