There is more to twitch, cautiously
The 'Amber' of traffic signal;
At the trajectory of beehives jam
It fumes more smoke, burning petrol
Than, streaking beauty at the edges;
To tan the skin in scorching sun
Blisters are my paradise
That feel a mole, my moon; as
I heed no honk playing thy cheeks
Lights dangle, spherical crowd beep;
I of the breed, take thy plume
Wafting the air in my static stance
Bypassing my stay a little longer
I pave roadway to a galaxy, that
Sheath the matter of my love
~ Inspiration DN (Daipayan Nair... my poet friend)
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