Inebriated by HIS dropping love
I plop my ears wide
And, there
To a pause the bus screeched
And, woke
the winking slumber
To nuptial knot,
to the morning flutter
and thought in prayers.
To miseries, people mull
In deepest hour
And, aeroplane pave the skies in longest streaks
To deepest love in red
Miseries heave our heart
Such of beauty, comes
When misfortunes cries
And life compose, its
beautiful song!
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