written by: Sanjeev Sethi
In spite of u-turns, second thoughts
I was pushed to the primrose path
and ensuing emotional bastinadoes.
Can I be another me? There is urge
to alter my scarfskin. These tattoos
irk. Their thrasonical core drones a
dispatch I don’t comprehend. In this
unrest ointment of ideas piggyback
on poetic devices ushering relief.