While the thick muck of negative air strangled one’s soul
and stiffened become the veins
in moments life becomes a sore
when brushing aside the sludge of thoughts
Break ,they
the inside of your heart
warns a signal
an alarm
halt! watch and then walk along
Tis sludge
you shall gasp for air
While the wounded spirit slashes past
to rebirth and continue on path…
soumyav 