62
Master
Stroke
Sense
and
sensibility
Raise
their
heads
From
time
to
time
In
savanna
of
my
mindscape
Breaking
tempo
of
cacophony
They
try
to
bring
semblance
of
order
To
ever
prevailing
chaos
Bridle
the
mustang
Even
ride
it,
at
times
Never
for
long
they
last
Situation
is
often
resolved
amicably
With
me
sitting
on
their
heads
A
brewski
in
hand
By
Nalini
Priyadarshni