The Sword Got Broken Poem by Mubeen Sadhika

The swish of the sword decapitated my head.
I am headless now.
The sword has become my top.
I didn't tremble.
not quivered.
no squirms.
Just the torso and the legs.
The body without an organ...
Although the segmented portion still works in the same manner.
No, it's not any other being.
A human being would have turned into another species.
Living without a skull.
Existing the non-existent.
The parted head lives its own life.
The sword has the answer for it.
I can cut, throttle and do all things a sword can do.
I am a person with a sword.
I am a person with razor sharp cranium.
Now the sword thinks better than a mind.
The sword is intuitive too.
The alpha and beta rays are flowing from it.
The vibe is so strong in the sword.
No other sword can break it.
It will break on its own.
Because the sword is becoming a head now.