I don’t kill flies,
If I can help it.
But it’s hard,
To help it.
I think they exist, the flies
To test me
And the image I have of myself
Of a loving, caring, non violent man.
But when the fly lands on me
I’m Lord of The Flies
Savage and grinning destruction
Of life
Righteous destruction
I avenge the assault
On my comfort
And dare the worst of
God’s creatures
To come around me.
I am the Lord of Crushing
Flies.
That’s why I try to help it.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
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True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
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Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
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by Yashasvi Shailly
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:to put to death (as by hanging) by mob action without legal approval or permission
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