What lurks in this quagmire of veins beneath the skin?
Aridity above perchance somehow rains beneath the skin.
Time’s tutelage taught me lessons that I didn’t follow
Consequently, it seems something canes beneath the skin
Those farmers that reaped epistles, sow cell-phones today
The ‘rural repast’ of love urbanes beneath the skin
Inroads you allowed them fool, to make into your heart
Now flourishes a network of by-lanes beneath the skin
Here a bomb there a bomb everywhere a bomb bomb
Oh good old Rhymes! Go change trains beneath the skin
My heart in loneliness abuses me all the while
On field my head Zinadine Zidanes beneath the skin
The tug of war with age, is finally all that there is
Flickering joys incessantly fight pains beneath the skin
On the surface today’s hearts, merely on the surface
Beneath the skin however, those brains, beneath the skin
How internal that struggle turned a misty civil war
Hamlet failed to see therein those Danes beneath the skin
Night’s stars are buried by the Sun’s violent break
How violently Doubt, ascertains beneath the skin
The two felt light, walking hand-in-hand, the village road
Autopsy of the corpses revealed chains beneath the skin
Give me my final paan as Life spits me out
For red if not blood, some stains beneath the skin
Two lines never make a couplet fool, One needs a magnet’s compression
Otherwise they are, if you look closely, quatrains beneath the skin!
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