To understand the context please read the post number 116 dated November 24, 2025.

8.

unhappy with my useless fangs

being the man

who carries his own dead body

I've done it all and dusted

my sweat now as streams

nonchalantly I only

listen its simmering voice

I know 

there is more than one way 

to live happily in this world

after all 

in the end 

it is impossible 

not to become 

what others 

believe 

you are

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)