The slumber within fermenting dream
Grated moonshine on slivery forehead
A smile on the lips of a benign soul
That soaks the weariness with his sponge
Moulds into my amorphous shapes like water
Scrubs my slimy hour softly but surely
Shining in the night amidst solar treachery
It gallops when Saddled upon the dark
To touch the line that breaks into dawn
The dust hides in the veil of night
And breaks into a grey cloud next twilight
To cover the soaring moon with his rag
What shines on the out , knows not
The sown essence of what lies within .
Delhi
21 .40 hrs
2054
31.3.23
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