caress my crumpled thoughts,they r taking wild turn,
I am mixing them in ashes grey with taste of coal fire,
Whisper them the song serene,the tunes of joy and celeberation,
as the black water is getting stinky of drowning of stagnant attire..
u are magician, u have powers to create magic,
Ur eyes erase the tiredness, ur touch vanishes thoughts tragic...
Can u hold the numb shield in field of icy feels?
Sun has arisen from the face of East,
streams are singing the song of zest,
Make me melt too, make me in shape of irregularity again,
For the rigid robe is now paining making holes
Drenching me in piercing rain...
Hiramalik
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