The bitter Elixir!

The modern rebellious Hermit
Who carries a Tommygun
For his self defence
And a Laptop full of Sutras,
He searches Tom, Dick and Harry.
An old Cemetery in a Metropolis,
He's almost tired and he sits on a tomb
Takes a can of black beer from his old haversack and he sips.
Gradually he realizes all the enimies & friends were fast asleep
Except him, strenuous struggle in the messy life
With microparasites!

*I do not think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains.
-Anne Frank

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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