THE DAY:-
I ended up the whole day without doing a thing.
Roaming about, like an endless moving clock.
Surging back and forth; a pendulum.

Hyponated. A sleeping ghost. Unwakeable, till Eternity.
Forever moving like a flood that passes through a deserted drainage.
Like monkeys, forever seeing Banana. A parrot, a groundnut.

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