White glitters from your shame
Glitters white from your luminous shadow of presence
And white the creepers hanging from
unloaded cries of the helpless extras of time
If white your choice why hankering of devotion
Why the heavy shrines carrying such inclination
To exhibit the morbid sufferings people believe
To live a long bend days and nights for preaching
An idea of enchained love and lunacy
White your choice to hide your unburnt paradox
Probability better to make an extreme by confusion
Could preserve a meaning of temporal living
Yet crucified the manism should be the cloud
To rain throughout the drought of heart people crying
While the artificial rhetoric fanatically makes one overburdened
White ultimately is that ocean where no death or incarnation
Bothers any creepy empowerment to dictate human soul
To be a puppet... My Lord
How do you feel the difference!
Pranab k c
25/12/2021
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