Bubble up and vanished
Informing a distorted image.
Can I translate my self in to words?
Can I symbolize me
for some silly streaks and circles of geometry?
At a low ebb
Squatted on another’s ego
People talk of disbeliefs
And God
or what so ever
Squabble on the soul as an essence.
Once I saw a man standing with a cell phone
Chanting slokas
To breath life to a snake bitten poisoned
Ages have been paid to purchase
the meanings of a life
from a grocery shop.
Life is a bigger game played by
Silent workers.
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