The sun can’t melt me with his nuclear fusion,
The wind can’t uproot me from his turbo function,
The moon can’t show her rainbows with her refraction,
The oxide of Hydrogen has the ineffective electrons,
The microbes of miniscule kingdom have the tools of incisions,
The mirages in the desert work hard extra hours in illusions,
To catch and keep me as their pets, wag my tail when,
They wish, look at them in silence, and gaze at the hands,
for pittance, but how you enter my hut with no advance,
Booking, occupy my whole space, melt my heart to be,
The gold bar, uproot my mind to spread the wings,
Dissolve my thought in your humble and horrible opinion,
The vaccine advices teach the immune knowledge,
What to do during the mirages of worldly affairs,
The orifices are guarded and needed your identities,
How have you all managed to enter and mingle in my all cells?
An out pour of thoughts intelligent and imagination unique! The reminder may keep your security guards more alert, one hopes...
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Is That a description of one getting infected by bacteria or viruses............ Amazing poem........ one of the most learned pen I have ever read