No broken prism
At the darkest hour
Winds churn out the feathery clouds
In the midst of the ocean,
The skywalk is a glazed doughnut
With a spark lightening
Before rumbling thunders
I witness the smile in it.
Somewhere amidst the star falls
In a blink,
Do I need to make a wish?
In a world,
Where pitch dark sets fire on the carpet!
In the hour,
Where the Wild West Wind was shaping up?
Do I still make a wish?
When the star is tailed with fire
Should the sails of life be rigid and affirmative?
When the platter is sizzling
The eyelids are shutting down
Could it turn
the red hot blood to settle down
Like a baby in the cradle?
Or else
To be a layer of jam in a Victorian style cake!
Orchids or daisies are ornamental
Where I could see the manure as potential.
Somewhere the single engined body
With a fleshy heart
Should be sown with a seed of peace!
Before the time knockers
Curtain raise the dawn
I would love to say
Either heart of a doughnut or the sun
Is a black hole,
Which resembles the centric of a volcano
Without mercy.
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