The waterfront will be closed in winter.

On my dining table there was no bread
Only the picture lay there instead.
But it wasn’t fair
That wasn’t its rightful place
Thus after sometime there was no trace
Someone made off with it.
I know the person well
But I didn’t point out
A trivial, there are greater things to worry about.
After all the effort I was sorry
However it has generated some poetry.
To take the cues from this
Whenever I am wronged,
I remember the day will pass
Nothing is static and staid
But is forever sailing,
It is sailing like a mermaid.
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