One self- consumes
The self-loathing, all the wallowing.
The other warns of,
Wallowing, it’s dire, too dire.
The reptilia he becomes
Doesn’t serve any,
I’d rather breathe in, clear skies,
Bald eagle and a Tiger, I roar, I fly.
Kurt celebrates purity
Morrison injects madness
I’d rather find a conjecture
Refining the masses, put to test.
Kurt, I bow before you
You’re all too human
That’s what I am too, it seems
Jimbo, you can do anything
Just not this madness, I scream!
One, a hapless lover
Even the sacred union can’t tie down
Although, Nirvana he achieved.
Another’s heart pined,
Thought of a shade, but lit a fire,
The shaman’s child is too hot to handle
Jim, turn down the heat you emanate,
Kurt, though your heart burns, it lights ways…
~ Soubhik Chakrabarty,