I want to get in
And I have forgotten my password
Time is moving
There is a huge crowd
I am standing and the path
Fast escalator
Smelling the machines
Passing through many tax devices
I want to get in
With my flesh and blood and skull
Thoughts are strictly prohibited here
In my thoughts
Somewhere buried
My password!
©® Arvind Srivastava, India
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