Running out of breath
Searching for such an extraordinary home
Not seen before.
At last found something special indeed.
Architectural views no doubt eye of feast
Only there no windows or doors to enter.
So what?
Collecting a ladder firmly established right of occupancy.
Staying there a few seasons panting hard.
Blueish and tender darkness
As if python pulverizing me all over...
Bitterly cry for coming out.
The ladder left outside.
Shouted ‘help me, save me, '' no response.
Strike repeatedly my famous head on the dark dumb walls.
Blood, brains coming out from the cracked head.
Imagined outside of my home
The world-passer-by walking through rainy-winter-spring way..
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