An old wounded monk,
Crushing his nails,
And chanting a betrayal.
Forgotten …. Be forgotten ahead.
It’s a deep dark night,
I fought myself to bring bright…
He roared like a demon,
Hurried to chant Suneman…
I feared of being crushed,
Rushed into bed to crunch…
My teeth into the teeth…
Alas! What I had done to me?
I questioned several times to me.
Exclimed inner proofing myself a second…
Shadow spread among the street,
Chants calm to the death…
I surrendered to my faith,
‘I have been crushed.’
Nights froze for me, door unopened for weeks.
I thought dozen of times, to under
To unbreak inside cheer.
I have been blocked in surplus,
Muted myself into nowhere.
Months to go I haven’t been out,
Life stuck being alive….
One windy night brought the same,
Loud chants…. Subbings… Nailing the same tree….
It was same wounded face I recalled,
Little week but same analog….
Dare punished me to walk near,
Hiding myself in courtier…
This time he set down,
And fell aside the tree…
I don’t remember the time,
But when I realised it was light..
Reddishness pushed dust into the sky,
And reach to me for unhid..
He may mentally changed..
I whispered into my ears..
And turned off to hear….
Stepping up to Home,
I heard a tone… Of unexplained grief..
U forgotten.. be forgotten ahead…
Today it’s me.
Some day you will be….
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