It’s been an arithmetic cultivation though
For a renowned seedling
Similarity fades the moment, the tip flares
Was it a delicacy that my muscles prompted to etch?
Every drop of nectar that is sweeter ever-more than I read
How toxic rather a palanquin deprives
Maa! You denied to query her baby , she’s born
As maa, thou awakes all tiny heavy for her visit
Just pricked up the enlarged cell of poetry to master them
They stick a firm reason for the nip to go beyond a rampage
And catch and catch – a falcon to be inside you
Seems like evil owes to pay the way
If not being sure, else make it true
By making you the judge to the heart of judiciary
I write, Yes not a good one instead a version of myself
To salute every other authors trying to pedal and bloom!!!
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