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Why ending your life, on death bar,

A sacred lotus emerges from the navel, while you rest

Backlash of scars becomes glamorous.

This was the rise of animal after dividing

He was not at guilt, it was the neuro―

Not a single word was written today, watching

I will write a very soft poem for you today.

Very scary, I admit― your vintage―

It was not a jubilee, but I had come to pay my debt.

Like a walking fern, you were. I was talking to you. Why