Poems by Anil K. Sin

A Chronic Case

a poem by

Anil K. Sin

Cobwebs in mind,
Of myriad kinds.
But to ‘accept not’
Is the obsessive thought.

A thought that rots,
And havoc wroughts.
To shreds it sends,
The blurring identity.

But still I rant,
Have will and go,
And ride high On a ‘scrambled ego’.

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