Still blocked but it’s to prevent heart lock;
For I must find my breathing shrine under the tyranny of the clock.
You know not, why I am trying not to be friends;
Thinking I am starting malicious trends.
Dive deep down in me and you will find-
A heart strained and pulled to a grind;
Obscured by falsities, like an eccedentesiast-divine.
A gargantuan sorrow had pulled me to its maw;
I kicked and swam forward-helped by limited paws-
Paws of those whose philanthropy is sans bound.
Find me a melody in the musty air,
And I will find you bravery in a place you won’t dare.
Get me a pint of the poison shiva drank,
I shall convert it into your nightmare since the world again went clank.
Get me an immoral living by a culvert,
Guide him, shall I-
To the purple vestments, sanctified by The Almighty in the clergy’s eye.
Throw what you may directed at me;
I shall face it, head on, for I am now, of you, free.
-Avnish Sengupta