Poetry Monster

Shallow Valley by Vaishnavi Prakash

Into the desert of smoke we sway

Giving every breath a minute to stay

Our hands pick up and leave the sync of the mouth

To release the puffs of smoke that’s naïve

A wave in the slightest, a lifetime of benefits

Easy to fall, but hard to come out of this habit.

Making a blurred world

Sews the pleasure within

Then why seek for pleasure when our world is clear.

Friends unlike foes make a tolerant face

Death will climb, if they knew, nothing could stop them from Life’s race.

Voice of history needs a standstill

When minds thumb up and say “Shall We??”

We know we ought to say no to this Shallow Valley.





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