Light drags my all winks
Feathers I do leave to restrain
My flying
You a little avon beauty of death
Never disclose your repentence
All along the rudy sedimentation
Not any tounge ever dares to utter
Before the big explosion you experienced once
Twice your heart trembles to predict
The time and place and the first choice
To culminate the strategic irony
An enlightened civilization
Occupied by the flyers
Who never thinks of
Devastation
Only win the mega event
Convinced by themselves
That God a bluffy manifestation
The weaks always glorify their
Tensions to keep existence strict
To enjoy their love and passions!
Pranab k c
19/09/2023
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