Crossroads Poem by Sachidananda Panda

No need of monsters to torment hard
No vampire to suck, thy marrow n' blood
Layer by layer, maybe! Slice by slice
It eats you up, a mind apprehensive

Under the guise of a benefactor own
One step forward to quickly disown
Like blunted spikes of trekkers shoes
Does more of harm as an affix to the woes

On wings in a moment across the hill
On reverse slingshot back on the drill
Bulged surfs of blues on shore tranquil
Scratching in privy on a brazen giggle

Stars and swans often craft the cloud
Cluster of crickets all nocturnal sounds
When jazzy drums mix with grey ‘Ghazals'
Life stands still, at desolate crossroads

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