Monday 8 February 2016

Infected

While the words
Never came out
They created a world 
Of their own
Inside
Which was growing in size
Taking my energy
My breath
My power to think
Comprehend
Understand
Trees grew on that land
And the fruits were the words
Much more magnified
Ugly
Shapeless 
Spread over
Ready to fall away from the tree
And infect the other world!

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