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