Identity lost…….

Identity lost…….

                   Geetha   Munnurcode         

Needless to stress

Those are razor sharp-

Pricking needles

Piercing the inner self-

An outburst of chaos

Though seems simmering

Down to a calmness,

But, with a dragon rage

Sliding up atop

The basements swivel….

Getting in…..

Deep into the veins…..

Into the nerves and……..

The hairs spring upright

The soul sours up fuming…..

A shudder, too scaring….

Its’ the fear

To be human

In the pool of

Inhuman filth.