A necked thought
Wakes me up-
I got into the
Dressed world-
Systems,
Customs,
Formalities,
Procedures -
All held me
I too embraced them
Suddenly
I found
That I am missing-
I myself
Do not know
Where I am?
Who I am?
Why I am?
I am
Down with my self-
I wait for
A nude thought
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