An old wounded monk,

Crushing his nails,

And chanting a betrayal.

Forgotten .... Be forgotten ahead.
It's a deep dark night,

I fought myself to bring bright...

He roared like a demon,

Hurried to chant Suneman...
I feared of being crushed,

Rushed into bed to crunch...

My teeth into the teeth...

Alas! What I had done to me?

I questioned several times to me.

Exclimed inner proofing myself a second...

Shadow spread among the street,

Chants calm to the death...

I surrendered to my faith,

'I have been crushed.'

Nights froze for me, door unopened for weeks.

I thought dozen of times, to under

To unbreak inside cheer.

I have been blocked in surplus,

Muted myself into nowhere.

Months to go I haven't been out,

Life stuck being alive....
One windy night brought the same,

Loud chants.... Subbings... Nailing the same tree....

It was same wounded face I recalled,

Little week but same analog....
Dare punished me to walk near,

Hiding myself in courtier...

This time he set down,

And fell aside the tree...

I don't remember the time,

But when I realised it was light..

Reddishness pushed dust into the sky,

And reach to me for unhid..

He may mentally changed.. 

I whispered into my ears..

And turned off to hear....
Stepping up to Home, 

I heard a tone... Of unexplained grief..
U forgotten.. be forgotten ahead...

Today it's me.

Some day you will be....