Drums of Endoscopy
Figures are dancing in the enigmatic darkness.
rest in the music stave of loneliness.
Feelings keep quite· shy kids
lurk in the forest of Nothing.
Insecurity·mad sound flirts with irony-drums.
I 'am afraid of the sobs of silence tonight.
Those misspelled words
lived in melodic pages of immortality,
I close the monstrous ears of Humanity...
(From the poetry collection 'Medical Press of the World'-Bulletproof Publications)