Akhand Singh

An expression of stress

Heart’s urge of its functional test

Bleeding just to survive

Fighting for the loves that suffice

Few songs of barely breathing lungs

Facing the trials in god’s absence

Thoughts of accepting the devil’s invitation

Still continuously resisting the act of acquiescence

Flesh of sorrows and struggles

The warrior of future, stuck in the present

Guilt of unspoken words

And a rage of an injured tiger’s self-worth