Conquering war, there's a crown,
After matrimony, there remains the glamour of Spring-love,
After the last frontier of the setting sun, there's expecting the crack of dawn,
There exists a sign of endearment having assignation.
But It's not- - in the equation, instead of traditional mythology;
Only the brickbat is viaticum for winning a battle,
Nuptials provided the crippled lintel,
Behind setting the sun resides a ghastly black hole,
Planting roses outbreak the smell of disgrace.
After Destruction stands on passage,
Ease after moan,
But Nay- -
Curious Alphabets between lips compose sound
Which consists of the dream of Crown, Spring-love, Dawn, and Endearment.
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