Body shudder
by the touch of invisible hands
Feasting on senses,
Ministering the need
by wakeful alliance
Not wholly
the dread passes by itself;
Million bounded souls, serf
Inside pocketed universe
A fob chained to time
How long an ocean wave
Will go on trooping parallel
Its painful crest and trough;
One of gainful heart, awaits
Trouping another world around
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