A new perception
of relations,
between men and women
Vedic tradition,
in huge voids and splits
after centuries
of revolting insolence.
From the heathens
imported air to pollute times,
sounds, voices and words
and then shipped back,
a nerve-jerking revelations
to find moors.
It restrained a bit
and then lie naked,
echoes, tunes and nuances
of little lyrics in drum beats
a distortion and illogic
in rolling eye balls,
nothing positive emerges.
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