nights are not long
to unlock the beauty
the feathers and fathoms
hide within its wide womb
wide the word not proper
if you think to read
put your own womb
to hide the night itself
manners not all
all are the passion you tried
to penetrate the hole
from the beginning
carrying virtue and vulgarity
whenever finds logic
to expose an civility
night shows every time
its infatuated animal arc
where creation and destruction
co-exist normal stability
So come on the bulky device
produce warm to hold irrational
irresistible arrogance
at least to spell
life is so generous by burn and bringing!
Pranab k c
04/10/2016
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