An umbrella above my earth
And light scattered from the porous curtains
Like ping-pong balls dancing on a court
I wake up all alone one saucy morning
In the bosom of the valley of rains
As if I wished my first honeymoon.
One blink onto the dark again for the light
Cherished for sometime like one enjoying heavens
Unreal in existence but proven truth
Like a poets muse or a lover’s keep
One temporary death of pause conquered my life.
There I saw this nature’s smile
Far from the distance where I am
A fragmented smile from seven colored lips
Because they cracked at multiple layers like my soul
One pitted piece of architecture for applause
An oversized garland covering my secret wishes,
Shortly my unborn desires will be murdered again.
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