'Monsters' of the micro-world
equipped with 'nuclear' weaponry
Toy, in skill
With all barriers
Of nature and pills
Splashing in the crimson
Crying victory
The peripherals, the mains –
Colonies of a wild gamble
Malignancy rules
With fists of tyranny .
The cloak of a patient
In shrinking fat,
Shadows of loom
Sigh fatigue
Yet, trembles not
His faith –
A warrior,
Yielding not to its Fate
