In the crowded cage live
All the nerves
Stinging and chewing
At their own ends.
In the tendrils curl a
Plethora of thoughts
Emotionless feelings
Twisted and turned.
Alone the mind contains
Them all
A cup of crawlings
Raising their biting heads.
Living a life of crowded burns
Singes the heart
Crying alone.
Crowded alone lives
The body--- a bane of living
Dressed in sham.
Poem copyright@ mridula das
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