The independence day

Approaching the second week
There's a feeling of alienation
Not by pressure or society
But by choice

A single decision unconsciously taken
Because the feeling independence and individuality have fallen under the shell
A habit since baby and long forgotten.

It is now a rising uproar of a mute lion inside this wooden shed.
A self-destructive animal locked in a cage.
Not by its master. But by its own choice!

This catastrophic circumstance needs again months even years self-therapy.
Psychic would make a fortune if able to hold their hands on it.
The situation has long cured.
It’s back! Marched with millions of troops
And eat alive its rot numbing brain.


heyho! the witch is dead.