Written by APU MONDAL I am writing in earnest;
But no one knows me here.
We all know about ourselves,
Even at times, we divide
Ourselves along the lines,
And keep cracking so well,
Funny, isn't it! Unless we look
Ourselves in the mirror, we
Only surmise things,
Then complacency sits upon
Our deeds, like a housefly
And its weight is forgotten. © 10/2021