
the clattering sound in the roof,
reverberating in my ear,
and the chronicles of rain drops
synchronizing a melancholic tune
my heart is bulging out,
like a drooled mouth,
and a sea of bliss;
rejuvenating the drained soul,
the buried wishes,
now grabbing the plasma,
uprooting from the dark hypnotic trance,
and a hope of nothing,
circulating in the veins,
with a tumescent matrix,
came with temporary blink,
where the hopes lost in the gloomy cloud,
drumming the heart with painful dreads
now my plasma is shrinking,
coagulating the false desires
making them infertile,
the rain ebbed the things away,
leaving the achromatic body,
with folded palms and under knee,
i apologize before Zeus,
oh! i am not given the rights,
either to think or to plead.
the critiques regarding on this topic are welcome.
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