Out Of Shell Poem by Tribhawan Kaul

Out of shell, fully hatched empty handed
propitiating goodness; robe pinkish spotless.
Black spots commence controlling the crown
directing body to crave for pleasures mean
senses turning to cranking franking machine
eyes, ogling at shapes of colour balloons
each dustbin desires for more boons
anger management untaught in schools
pulling legs & rugs becoming norms
couch potatoes celebrating loss of form
looking down upon others for self pride,
cues that likes of Alexander, The Great
too came out of shell empty handed
and went away; the same way, goes waste.

Kill kill kill. Be the hunter not the hunted.
Kill kill kill. The satanic senses within you.
Let flower of anti-desire bloom
spreading its fragrance granting boon,
"be a homely saint not for unworthy worldly gains".
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