Millions of breaths since birth,
the one habit which doesn't await setting
time or space for practice.
The breath at times plunges
into an abyss of amnesia
venom spewing negativity of media
criticisms and judgemental behaviour
of loved ones sucking the air we all need.
Gasping for that one lightning to
strike and erase the dark cynicism
the parched lungs sway wildly
each breath drenches in happiness
happy to become normal again.
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