Terror beginning;
Yet we bear unbound,
As it calmly disdains to, disturbed us.
Slow n slow, big n big;
Occupies whole without reasons,
To propagate revolution.
Trapped within this,
Flaw of misplacement;
From unexpected corners of the universe.
God, one who errs.
In the house of the others;
Of otherness, registering its elsewhere-ness,
It’s made to stand in the confession box.
Terror is born out of the error,
Always life n beauty comes together,
It’s a wound that also heals; Terror.
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