Put together a heap,
Bring in a bomb,
And blast it up.
Collect all the joyous
Memories,
Prepare a molehill of
Happiness,
And blast it up.
Pick up the anger,
The broken earphones,
Old diaries and the
Person you are in the
Mirror.
Conjure all the guilt,
Use it to cement
The failed exams,
Burst cycle tires and
Fever-ridden mornings.
Bomb it up and blast.
Let the shattered
Pieces arise, smoke
Gather around-
Cough, tears,
Cry it all out.
Move on like a terrorist
After his job.
Don’t look back.
Be a bigot of the present.
Whore of thyself.
And overall, a kid.