** in my boots **
Lift my smile from my boots
Hang it beneath my nose
For till now so heavily weighed down
By doubts and pains of this world
By the who cares for what
The small insignificance of life
Churning sharpened blades of love
At time I think of death
Not as escape rather as a pause
From hurt and barbed insecurities
Wrapped around and within me
Cold blast of life against which find me
Uninsulated and unable to
Rebuke the charges levelled
Of living life unsteadily
Having a drunkard's patience
And a smoker's yellowed fingered itch.
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