Cat's Poem
A Tribute to Dear Golu
by Apoorva
You suck the silence of the world to fill in noise.
You light up darkness as if its existence is a cosmic flaw.
You rush about, competing and cursing as if you sold your soul to the time devil.
You fill you mind, rooms and mouths like anything still would drain your life.
You are too much noise,
too much light,
too much speed,
a lot ignorant,
yet you claim to know it all.
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