OUT OF SHELL

OUT OF SHELL

Out of shell, fully hatched empty handed

propitiating goodness; robe pinkish spotless.

Black spots commence controlling the crown

directing body to crave for pleasures mean

senses turning to cranking franking machine

eyes , ogling at shapes of colour balloons

each dustbin desires for more boons

anger management untaught in schools

pulling  legs &  rugs becoming norms

couch potatoes celebrating loss of form

looking down upon others for self pride,

cues that likes of Alexander, The Great

 too came out of shell  empty handed

and went away; the same way, goes waste.

Kill kill kill. Be the hunter not the hunted.

Kill kill kill. The satanic senses within you.

Let flower of anti-desire bloom

spreading its fragrance granting boon,

“be a homely saint not for unworthy worldly gains”.

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