the stance of one glimpse,
I halt it there,
That makes me powerless in my strength,
I hold it in round circle,
To revolve with swiftness,
When edges are rough, and clouds on thunder...
The trance in pain, i pour the wine in my soul's vessel,
and drink it naive , feel the potency ,
My tongue though soring, my heart yet dozing...
Painful remark leave hilarious trace on my parts,
Scratch them not,
i hold the cart,
For its sweetness is more addictive than the celeberations around...
Hiramalik
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