Volume is so loud
Defending myself
From inner noise
To outburst sound.
This fight with me
Is selfish and uneasy
Going on and on
Unstoppable freezing.
Self hard to the core
Not ready but bore
Of nonsense justified
Clear to roar.
This feeling of stray
Not going anyway
The self to display
This unclear play.
Rohan Dhabade
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Self Itself
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