Strung
did they say I was,
high and bad strung,
muscular convulsions were going awry,
it was deep inside,
skin was yet plain and clean,
they said it would have,
rashes before anything could relax,
and turn red and would also get strung,
mind also probably was convulsed,
it did not know that it too was strung,
would it be fatal,
for now,
or if it happened again and again,
why did I get strung,
no I cannot think,
as mind is strung,
and gets more so,
if I think how I got strung.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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