Gyrating in this mesmerizing lyre,
O elements, I gleefully plunge into the mire.
The shoddy morals taking me closer to the funeral pyre
Even then, the decadence doth not tire,
They say Life is all about a jig and a jug
the broken dream, and the confrontation with the vicious thug,
Fascinating cascades touched, myriad hues swashed in the rug
Endless cerebrations, treachery and clandestine plots over a coffee mug.................
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