The Kilns ___ Akshr

The Kilns

we don't call for physician

till we fall sick

pleasant are the pains

of the afflicted ones

we stand in line for the shots

that will make us whole

we can't recall who we are

until someone calls our name

that thing on my leg? it's a shadow

the voices say, it's your shadow

I think it's my shadow

the voices say, it's your shadow

I think they're right

Akshr