Now tears are my wine
And Grief is my Bread
Every Sunday is Gloomy
And it feels me like death.
The caricature of Gloom in life is very well portrayed by the artist through these words.
What I try to understand from these , is the perspective of life changes every now and then.
Someday the things which kept us going , feels like burden henceforth.
The ones who were ours become no one in no time.
Everything is Dynamic nothing is Stationary , hence the saying :"Life is all about change ":
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