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.

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