By Mukesh Choudhry
A triangle met me yesterday
And I fell out of a square.
Come find me in my dark,
I'm alone and I'm scared.
Scars of tomorrow,
They haunt my todays.
I sang the conscience lullaby,
A conscious laid to waste.
Save me from these summer-times
That froze me in my place.
The other half, that wonder-life,
Those winters burned my days.
By Mukesh Choudhry
Nice.