The froth
All the wars could not expand
An inch of our world
Only yours became mine
Or vice versa
The preparation of escalations
Guzzler of scant riches
That could have at least made
This world a better place
The worry of the world
Like an unending froth
We wasted our waves
To leave it on the shore
And lost our bubble instead
For the froth remained still
Since infinity and forever .
Benaulim Beach
2042
13.22 hrs
20.1.23
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