Name of God

There Is a Fine Line Separating Celebration From Inconvenience

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In the name of God,
you break inside my head.

Calling the noise you create
a carnival of a kind,
you cause me a migraine headache.

Chasing peace on a tiring day’s night;
in the morning I’d still see you there.

Throwing light upon the things you did
and the filth that you continue to spread
the day ahead looks pretty upsetting.

The day ahead looks upsetting
not after I stopped to look by,
witnessing the streets being messed;
the bags of dirt at last found home.

The day ahead looks upsetting
not after I stepped on pieces of glass;
the bottle of whiskey you happily smashed
for the love of our dear God.
The agony you better not experience.

The night here is still sleepless,
as I lay still poisoning myself.

Indian Writer

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