When the moon
Comes up.
I gotta to put him
Down in my words.
When leaves rustle,
Sparrows chirp.
I gotta host them
In my pages.
From amidst the
Casuarina trees,
When the wind blows,
I want it to bask in
The warm comfort
Of my reveries.
This noose around
My neck-
A compulsion to
Blurt it all out..
Tonight, the lizard
On my wall, crawls,
Holding a gun to
My temple..
As, about it,
I'm unable to write,
Even a single
Sentence.
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