A Smoke

When fires hold my neonate fragile chassis being captive in red hot blaze for I still seem alive.

Fiery scalding flames precipitating absolute discomfort as I am just out of my mother's protective cocoon,

Singing funeral song or lullaby hallucinating from religious reformers making alchemy

Turning my extant into an unfinished story, past, forgotten rotten bones ready to become no better than ash,

Where has all the humanity vanished?

Feelings remorseful guilt that being effeminate feminine clipped off my wings

Fly high among the masculine fellows ought to be choked 

To the moon, I wish otherwise just wallow in sun

A smoke now amalgamated in the sky;

No-one to hear the voice of the dying

Spreading ancient age-old orthodox customary ritual

To comfort and satisfy the feeble mankind.!!