The air that I inhaled

Life has called me tonight
for the retribution of my air
that I inhaled; I felt the stroke
of smoke from the unseen space
to the depth of my bronchi with an
endless convive.....

I am enthralled in the shadows
and mirror of zonkness, I could
hardly support myself to ignite to
an activation. I found myself to
the depth space crying a loud

God of Morpheus invited me for
a dinner with an alcohol of blood
I felt the utmost of detaste and
vomited. Ah ! god whom do
u think this reward is !!!

Circle of their superego surrendered me
with my knees on the ground, I pleaded
with an excuse, opened my mouth, they
saw a tremendous flame of smoke
which is why I am rewarded with
an environment of smoke

My clobbered dignity held me
to an extent of depressed ethics
and
that cruel ethics killed me day by day
now, I beg for pardon but no way up
all mighty had created a space in a hell
Oof ! of that air that I inhaled...



By :- Bipin Adhikari.
Henan, China
E-mail :- biopion@hotmail.com

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