poetry

Amidst The Rush

Amidst the rush

Of want

I hold my composure

Against the molten

Dance

The irresistible urge 

To break,resisted

In the climb

Upwards

My hands are cut

On the jagged tests of

Tension

Kali dancing and I

Your Shiva

Amidst the rush

Serene as a prophet’s

Funeral

I do not feel the pain

When victory

Brings forth my

Inner king

And the crown 

Is analgesia

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