Haphazard

I hate life's unrationed events
That happen out of the blue,
They spoil the sequence of my plans,
And mix up all the clues;

A promise, that stayed unfulfilled,
Mismatches, broken links,
That sudden people, heavy winds,
Proposed the fate that stinks;

It beats me not to understand,
Where should I run for freedom;
They conquered our barren land;
And laughed at our domes;

I guess, unrationed
Is something rash,
Beyond the sense and meaning;
It is the a rainbow in a splash,
A ministry of feelings...


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