Frequently dancing evening stars
In a row of sky lane
Witnessing the murmuring sound
That exalt the pervading thoughts
To quench the erosion and manifestation.
Eloquently I perceive my emotions
Where to understand magnanimous affection.
I am indignant to assault my carving thoughts
Where the aroma will manifest
In the rudeness of alcohlic thoughts.
Oh, The Lords of evening
Can't introvert the canopy horizon
Where every star goes to mingle with time.
Thy existence is ever and ever
To annoint the predicting circumstances
You be or not be
I adore the firmament of obtuse
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@ Ramesh Rai
17.02.2017
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