Am surrounded
by storms, hurricanes, tornadoes.
Ground beneath me
heaves a million volcanic sighs.
I sit cross legged
amidst it all
like my beloved Buddha,
completely withdrawn and nonchalant.
But my dear,
Please note.
As I breathe do you know it is
the fury am bottling up
in the depths of my womb.
To unleash when am at my best.
Until then,
my worst shall destroy my nerves
with its venom that spreads
its fangs on my very existence.
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