Psyche Borne

I the dare devil; Go to office every day. I listen and throw All that doesn’t stop me from going to office and coming back home. Morning news; evening headlines Unknown corpses; distant sounds, Somehow don’t seem to clog my way. I text and call to all those I know, If a blast marks the day. Once confirmed and reassured that all is well with them. I sleep well; get up; go to office the next day. Terrorism has settled deep down into me, as an emotion – rarely reflected both with pain and fear.