And then comes a day,
When all we see
from up there
Are scores of sheets lying
below our noses.
When our stomachs feel dizzy after
doing rounds of Jack Daniel's.
And our hearts,
they beat harder after
doing some other
Jack in the cabin next door.
When we go round and round
in circles,
to make some godforsaken point.
Finally there comes a day,
when we substitute;
and then forget
the pointless pleasure
of sitting
on the Ferris Wheel!
P.S. - My pleasure courtesy - Evening Ferris Wheel ride at the Pushkar Mela!
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