"AMBUSH"
“AMBUSH”
I drink a day old coffee From a lipstick stained cup An infantry man in the midst Of the hungle Dense… Demons protrude From every corner Assailing the ceramic tiled floor You would only wear Your slipper upon… But the slippers have been Ravaged by the ghosts And the floor is shattered… I walk upon the shreds Ignoring the blood There is no escape from the foliage The thorns that cut my feet!! ……
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