When I bow down
By my pillow head
Taking a cursory look
To the imagery imprint
Roving angles
Blot the form
Smearing an art
On the blank night canvas
As the night hours slips by
Taking minions by fob
I grudge my lower lip:
Did I do any wrong in slavery!
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An enigmatic and challenging poem .
So much thanks dear Vijay Nair Sir.
Enchanting and beautifully woven.
So much thanks for thy beautiful comments respected Rashmi Jee!
An introspective work that delves to the innermost depths of existential angst.
So much thanks for thy precious comment dear Sir!