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The disease
#ranipoems
I once used to feel
both hands and feet
but freedom for an eel
is not something discreet
I tried the scream of pain
I tried the cover of shame
all was in vain-
the guilt of a name
my veins got torn with depression
is this now my fate?
"handle this filth with discretion
like you hold a glass plate!"
my heart skipped in binaural beats
not like I meditated...
not one, two, three kits
this disease can't be medicated
© rani
I once used to feel
both hands and feet
but freedom for an eel
is not something discreet
I tried the scream of pain
I tried the cover of shame
all was in vain-
the guilt of a name
my veins got torn with depression
is this now my fate?
"handle this filth with discretion
like you hold a glass plate!"
my heart skipped in binaural beats
not like I meditated...
not one, two, three kits
this disease can't be medicated
© rani
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