When there’s no Jellicle Cat be found,
Whilst walking on concrete grounds,
Coffee tastes mere like how Coffee’s taste,
And Keystrokes too in banal draped!
You get wet in the rain still feel chained,
And melodies need to be heard again;
The Scent you look for, ne’er on you reign,
Alas, circle of circus ends with selfsame.
So, what is boredom you mean by now?
Searching of SCENTS that matter for thou;
Yet, discover breaches in life somehow,
Pleasure otherwise! If not, enjoy the game! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026