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Apr 2015
Dropped from my mother's arm
Daddy lifting me up through air
I am still afraid of height!
The long queue of cynicism
standing up front
Dark night and the show of thunderstorm
Caged in a **** gas chamber
like a free bird withΒ Β its wing cut
Haunting dreams of penguins
plunged into ice rocks of the South pole
A dream to own self
burning down the hut of witch of mind!
The cosmic power leading you to me
May be u wish I was yours to be nursed
Your womb awaiting my arrival in some parallel universe
where I am a real poet !
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