A threat looming biased in form
Hostility speaking volumes of a suppressed world
A negative space, an unfriendly gaze
An insolent remark borne from crafted rage.
I feel a place expanding red
An uncomfortable exchange
An indescent cage
And no escape.
A melodious charm is just a facade
An explode on the edge
All going in vain
With time and space
An itchiness remains.
With an eagerness to revive the bud of hope
A harmonious music echoeing distantly
Is all ears to all gossips,
Entering this maze.
Waiting to come out of
The eternal haze.
Till then,
Staying dazed.
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