the boulder fell on my face
i mean that morn with sunbeams.
why not it is a sweet and mellow dawn?
'cause the vulturous wings and flights
with its scarlet claws pierce
into all the norms and forms.
the life bleeds on the streets
their gods pick the flesh and all
the core and mantle of hope.
the draconian gestures sway dooms.
the scriptures like deadly black sea
compress all a sigh
all a peep of a promise and primroses..
Thwart it ! or you will be squeezed
and all your silken threads and wings.
you are not those humble and meek
larvae to be strewn viscera of lumpy fluid
in which the fear and forlorn
is always glorified to a "franchise".
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ruthraa
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