Wild Life

 

I’m running 
Into the wild life,
Creepy creatures 
Were loosen- inside,
Outside all tied.

I believe,
Air has insanity
Surround us
Everywhere-
Unconsciously. 

I lost my senses
To gain nonsense,
That’s what it call- 
A pure supreme sense.

My tunes are ringing-
Consistently, 
Passionately-
A confined stove
Of magical flames 
Of invincible creativity.

 

 

 

Monobina Nath from Kolkata, India
Illustration Nick Victor

 


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