When the unthinkable grips
Likely wounding the soul
It hurts; it hurts till can no more hurt
Unto injustice and misfortune
Become mere words-
The mind and body
With abandoned beliefs
The time no longer an entity
Like the snake crossing in no hurry
Sprawled on the road without fear-
The life must be as it is;
It all sinks deeper and deeper
And tartar can just not be removed
Incisions are ineffective
When the soul is damaged to the core
Long afternoons, haunting thoughts-
Caressed, mulled and discarded
After all it must end, somewhere
Even death does not hold
The snake crosses in no hurry
Not afraid to be sprawled on the road-
The life must be as it is.
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