Soul’s
Agony.
I am coagulated beyond
limit,
break
the barricade.
I wear the accelerated Wings,
The flapping and
craving
towards a silent
zone,
free form toil
and moil
of reptiles and rigmaroles,
witnessing puerile motions
with
little constructive notions:
From above I see,ply,
many crunch the
feed
fodder,greenery, next day,
with a sickle to
uproot.
Earth can only
shake and tremble.
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