THE SONG OF DESPAIR
Between my body and soul, there is a wide separation. My mind has become an asylum for criminal thoughts. It hatches inhuman revenge. Even the blood that runs between the skin and meat of my body is of monster's. This society, with its dispiriting cruelty, has impregnated my personality with the traits of a merciless predator. shouldn't I prowl on my enemies equivalently and poetically?
I always wanted to and want to be a writer. I thought writing is the safest profession. But then the words are being weaponized by this country's stateman. Any log of a sentence I write is good enough to label it as seditious and put me behind the bars. The corrupt constable in a fit of violent jealousy tells me to not act too smart otherwise, he will make me speak in Marathi.
In the wake of my country's misery,
I, Krishna, dance in misery too.
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