Why do I have to keep quiet at the wicked gestures of the world,
Can’t I just speak my mind and lash out the winces,
Oh Shut Up! This is beyond your senses and intelligence,
Each scowling on the other,
Why am I so disturbed and restless,
Why is everything moving so fast?
Breezing past my eyes,
I don’t get a chance to react.
Absorbing and absorbing,
I can vomit out my rebel,
Kill a few thoughts,
And arouse a furore,
Disgruntled I stare at the fire within,
Burnt in it is my timidity,
Rising from the flames is my chaos,
Residue of ashes is the proof of pain destroyed.
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