Black Milk Poem by AISWARYA THARA BHAI ANISH

The day you fell from your roof
From your corners, a single moment or unbalanced Thoughts, acts that made your proof
Of survival, go spiraling down into the white
That lay down in a tall, clear abyss
That obstructed your neon green sight
'Cause your eyes were as big a pea in size

And I think of you as the lizard in lard
That lassies screamed 'bout not that long back
The lads picked up, wrote about that bard
Under leaves, sticks and behind dish racks

You saw from your roof of old timber and time
Smelling of roofs and spider web remains
And I do realize I'm running out of rhyme
With no rhythm you fall without fame, without pain

And thus the white milk that Rosy should have drunk Became dark and black when you fell in
Breathing in hot fiery liquid that had you shrunk
Your soul, unknowing, wondered what you did a sin.