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May 2014
Slithering dark road,
the floodgates of
venomous traffic
opens in to it;
honking of horns,
siege, uncontrollable road rage,
poison affects mind and body alike,
brings him to his knees
at the day's end,

                       He gulps
glasses and glasses
of his favorite poison
and jumps
                   in
                         to
                             the
                                   deep
                                          dark
                                              hole
             ­                                     of
                         ­                            numb
                                                               s   l     e    e    p.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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