I am in the midst of identity theft <br />In the midst of burning pieces of wood <br />I see my limbs are set on fire <br />This is that material world <br />I am here made to eat my own flesh <br />This is the place of vultures of hell <br />I am here subjected to torment by serpents <br />Scorpions gnats and other creatures <br />That are biting me always.<br /><br />gajanan mishra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/identity-theft-4/
