The morning impugns me, dripping through the veil;

The wheels are resting, on the axiom lines of the rail;

What was the exigency that made me wake up?


The reprobate petal drenches in the cold vapor of air,

The promised word shears; bleeds the blue flower;

The igneous morning breeze quaffs my tears !!


The debonair memories play in the castle of forgotten days ,

They goad the petulant seeds, but it is the root that says ,

“ To break the bond, I am here, with chrysanthemum !!”


The quixotic heart still breathes for the not-to- come call;

The sand winds rush to break the Eternity’s wall;

Indigent tears bleed me to that unfathomable dust !!


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