I'm a florescent black rose or an astray dove in thawing serape of eventide—
I slayed my own verses or garbed in selfhood I'm the fall or symphony of barren bondage—
I'm coddled of sundry consequences, sometimes a levitated kite other second a sequestered grave—
The last comber of the sea is synonym to me— I'm the companion of destructed barques
Solitude rule the roost of my odyssey trepidatious gale suspire my aura, I'm that inferno which a lover gifted to his love later he bemoaned and I sculpted that inferno into his muse— /I baked him into a dauntless poet/
I'm that colorless page of the pamphlet which only I can erase or delineate.
#hyperbole 'shekhyan bhagarna to hamari rag rag m h *-*)