DISILLUSIONMENT

A carefree rub

With the end of

The tether,

And

Mind is open

To forgetting

At last

Grey buttons of

Memory

Unwilling to

Give in to

Spiny chants of

Self-righteousness,  

The moral soup

Dished out to me

Has ceased to be

Distracting,

The air has

A new chemistry of

Tunes to lure

The minstrel

© DEEPAK DARSHAK