Last Night I Brooded Over...

Should I come back
to Earth taking new birth,
or roam in the cosmos
with my finer part?
Last night I brooded
over the nothingness
of this clever world,
where honesty means foolery,
truth means falsehood
and friendship denotes,
treachery, and lack of trust!
Last night I brooded over this,
until sleep closed my
broken-dream tired eyes!

by Neela Nath Das

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if you smoke enough weed