Conundrum

Humdrum life gnaws,

Monotony making her way daily,

Drumbeats promising adrenalin rush,

Conundrum to chase the music or bide time,

Flowery extravagant top dog existence,

Or rather side-lined underdog obscurity?

Ain’t possible to be master of all,

Each, his own master,

Silence beckons,

Nurture.

44 words.

Thoughts behind the poem :- Noise appearing extravagant negates clarity. While silence even though appears simple and monotonous rekindles the spirit.

Acknowledgements :- Written in response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, “Underdog” and Quadrille # 106 – prompt word drum. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.