Anarchist- A Dark Birth

The snake bound inside me snapped,

no longer inside me it could be trapped.

It’s venom dripping- the misery in me,

it’s eyes a mirror of the flames set a free.

The anger seethed, like smouldering coals,

their heat enough to pierce obsidian poles.

The consequences gave birth to the one,

an anarchist it was, who misery had won.

My journey was dark, unpredictable it was-

negligence and inferiority were the root cause.

It turned me to a force of impenetrable dark,

which in my journey, left a deep mark…

A soul I had become with no compassion in me

only vengeance and revenge I could see.

My mind which once inculcated the good,

now soaked the evil, which I never have should.

When the world had outcasted me;

Darkness lifted the weight, setting the anarchist free…

Anshul Rautaray
Class: IX-B
Apeejay School, Nerul