Hey every1, a break from those long windy narrativs of my ghumakkadshashtra and dive head long in more sophisticated world of poetry. Went to a party yesterday where this piece formulated in my mind....
Watching this suspended animation,
This sculpted perfection,
Exalting existence.
An ending anarchy.
Silhouette of poetry,
Heir of Apollo,
Poise of healers,
Heart of cliched depths.
Capturing her still moves.
This unworldly creation.
Static flow.
A euphoric realization.
Kudos! for shaping this flawless lady
who will abide by the rules of your(sick) society.
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