Under the vast skies of life and death,
cycle of evolution never ends,
every being sees mortality veined,
In the deep interior of all the shells…
Seconds few,minutes more,
years for some to explore ,
what did it distill in the precious pour,
when life sublimated in the soul as whole?
Multitudinous thoughts stored,
eroding the real sparkles off the floor,
condensed fumes of smoke of wrath,
deluging minds with muddy slops…
What a waste of life solemn!
clipping the feathers of emancipation
a vigilante on the vicious circle,
resignation to the noble volitions,
can sublimate the ..
remaining eternal for many years….