Why are those shadows
Inking itself, out
of the body
Penning a cloudy move
Not all is lost
Sharing an accord
Between the two worlds, but
The nib of the shallow twilight
Dispense thy light
Into six corners, dark;
Where bleeds
Submissive heart mine
I desire no gold
Nor any body sack
My longing serves
A savant to thy need
Extinguish those fake fire
from the external expo
Side me a hinge
Towards your better world
Outdo my stub remains
Hinting me a better space
Allude not, to;
Where I post my body in
A delight as always.
So much thanks for thy most love-able and boosting comment dear Sir Louis Kasatkin!
Such an eloquence..!!
Heartfelt.
So much thanks Monika Ji!
Awesome poem! Original!
So humbled Vatsala Radhakeesoon Ji! Naman