My mercurial mind
Never at rest, ever restive
like shifting sands of the desert,
my mind is
a labyrinth of quagmires and booby traps,
you step on it
and you’ll either be sucked in
or blown to smithereens…
Going in is a child’s play
Coming out—
A gauntlet run!
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2025
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