The beauty of life ceased,
My soul is a troubled pilgrim
Earnest for elusive identity
Peace. Oh! Elusive peace, where art thou?
…no song sings in my heart,
My spirit cannot be consoled
It is so dim,
God apparently is absent
Away from the heart (home),
Tribulations.
Food, clothe and shelter
Under dictation and scrutiny
Worst fear confirms
Embrace laxity; boot lick…
31st October 2006