Trained to forget, what to regret ?
Things that come bye-pass the core.
Think you can take down ?
Maybe just swallow and frown ,
Let that be the named by-heart.
When there is no heart,
There is no breaking – heart,
Let that be all for all for some time.
When digits let you down all call you “a clown”,
You ponder over the phrase by heart all alone,
Memory that is volatile subtle and supreme,
Why do you ruin the all baked up frame ?
Is that the call sent ! The one you wanted,
Where’s the war which was lost all years ?
Come on, let’s do it just once,
Again all over into the cycle of race; full bloated.