Hanging High Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Fantom captured my fantasies
Feathers are my choice
To bugle with the hollowness
And a you simply the dark not dense
Always trying to put chain my ankles
I promise not to calibrate a creeper
Yet it's a poet sounds deep to awake
All the stranglers who poisioned a planet
Becaue now it is night and beloved longing
To live the fathoms of fame which flamed
Eccentricity of a lunatic never thought of a dive
Through mud and muddy salt of glistening
Heat of fleshy paradox

Pranab k c
06/10/2023