Thought of being brave
rushing to venture armed with crave
But, dread of fall in grave
Being sold in arcade of hackneyed trade
Drowned in slumberous mood, still amorous
Equipped with arduous ardent heart, still anonymous
But, sound of uncertainty within my conscience, still cacophonous
Being forsook like ostracized guys of monotonous.
Whole world into yours, recapitulated
Inflicted a deep wound on my barren heart, me, nothing, but, capitulated
corps of hope marching through gates of perennial peace, congratulated
I devote my whole to your bold, immaculate soul, captivated
But, my enthralled soul woven into yours, encapsulated.
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