The noxious smell out of the window
makes me subconscious,
When I walk forward to take some steps-
Something stops me utterly vicious.
This smell comes from every space.
This all-pervasive challenges us,
laughs at us, at our defencelessness-
Creeps into the steel-body to steal all gladness.
It is a smell of self-love,
Making us all crippled
to do something for others-
We all are but dummies of ourselves, we actually don’t differ.
The world drowned in it, splashing
The people playing the blame-game,
Seems whatever steps we take-
It will more or less remain all the same.
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