Felo-De-Se (Freedom) Poem by Somendra Gaur

Half-filled tin of poison,
& the other half running in my veins.
Walking unaccompanied,
Walking numb,
Yet,
Nimble footed.
Conveying a flock of birds to find me a home;
Feeling like 'Heraclitus'.
They decided not to come back,
Albeit;
Nature rejected me.
Then I spoke to the ants,
Bribing them with a bag of sugar.
The Camponotus whispered in his King's ear:
'..Poisoned...
Just like him'
Humanity is meant to be cherished.
What's bad with animality?
Nothing, it's superior.
Thought of planting an Othalam Tree was pertinent;
But if it suffocated after being watered by me?
My Nike's are torn, Coffee mug is paralyzed & their is a cut on my hand,
Blood dripping like sand,
This seems too inhumane?
Spilling into my
'La-La-Land'