Myself ( after Guardian)
Life is governed by laws, rudimentary
rules,
how to live, what to abrogate, but we
flout
so much only for belated realization;
home is the watchword, catchword,
rushing home after day’s ordeal
your conscience, your avowed commitment.
Some for sex, some for serenity, some
for both in equal proportions, you know
they follow balance is the word;
sometimes, pressure is the tool for those
who fall a
prey, ignorant of consequences,
for some, it is in the skin, blood, to
pressurize;
I am not in the game anyhow,
I
am monopolized for something new
Something novel and strange and unique;
All happening in their dream.
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