Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Poem 291 : An Ill Usage

An Ill Usage
                        - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Being wiped and cleansed,

The heavy usage and utility,

Totally draining and blaming,

Becomes an all time gaming,

Twisted and turned at times,

Ill verses and words circling,

Hurling and hurting greatly,

The usage found out lately.

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