Lifeless !
Object of ignorance ,
A lie to self and
A truth undone!

Not a journey of few inch ,
Not the linen decides the dream,
Needs need to be there
Being alive ; being beggar.

No wonder,
my bare body is dirty & filthy,
Life is in it’s wild wings,
And I am the bumblebee.

Elegant truth sharing,
You get clothes against life
And I!
I have little flesh that beats
without the little bless.

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