an integral thread of well
knit garment crosses norms
out of a daring passion spurt
naming it a community’s culprit

hangs out from his hand segment
tapping tunes of a wavy dancing
note on his numbed skin-drapes
never sun-screened darkened elbows

peeps on each pores raring to feel
him more still in an exploring sway
seems unaware of its loosened stand
scrapping weave discipline as a whole

his rudra in stormy roaring ragas
blows unplanned from arrhythmic
rages that every being’s  a slave
life staggers in an angered hand pull

very master of its prema in a tensile
stretch as insanity fires its fineness
creepy sharp knife edges bleed him in mild
scream before curled in an orphaned death


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