I have wandered among the clouds..

I have travelled among unknown men…

I have dreamt of hot lousy babes…

I have heard to the singing daffodils…

But my stop was there.

Among the permutations and combination of alphabets,

The oily canvas that does portray…..

The wailing of a widowed love,

Tears torn through the heart..

A wounded soul weeping within,

Mournful moaning of melancholy,

The dejected aftermath of a disguised rape,


Into the ear of a treacherous microbe,

The silent whisper of broken dreams !!!

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