A huge amount of medicines
As huge files of tablets
Roaming around me
And trying to
Make me afraid of them.
But they can neither affect me
Nor my mind
But they make me aware
In each mew moment
To be aware of
The causal agent.
The recovery of
Ever lost things
Not a cry to make it easy
For a new clue
But to be aware of
The causal agents.
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