Nafy Not Seen Poem by Satyam Kumar

It was too morn
When I reached to plafond
And ane sat on the banister
It embarked blur on glimmers

It's ac-rid cac-phony get me rouse
Uncover my head it was babblers queue
That render, dulcet, vowel vox
They waited for its lure

Though not finishing it carry it to nest
Bretherens bawlious voice awake me
I was conscious now, feeling incense
But it is not fogetable

Babbles browny befeather like a browny cloud
Concoctive amid by elan horse
Which is my longing reverie
May it will be materialise
If it's digit rise.