Up above,
A scorching sun:
A sweating soul,
Caught in a cage.
Along with thirst,
There's a glow that burns,
And the thoughts mould
A deceptive image.
The cage will bleed
And a soul shall be found,
Exposed to the light
Initiating to take rise.
For idleness dear
Invokes within you
The savage devil,
Wiped out the slate, for so long;
Whose anguish bears
Miseries and sorrows;
This, shuffled within the Argils
Paralyzed you all along.
A prisoner of your own song
Tonight you sing with the demon.
©himadri_chekanidhara
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