Friday, March 19, 2021



In her full glory,

Lies she ever joyed.

If not I butchered her,

For my petty pleasures.

Still she jumps like a phoenix,

A cosmos self surviving, and she can fix.

The clock ticks, ignorance veils.

She forgives, and takes me back,

To merge and purge;

In Her.

So I romance, for I find nothing else!

With a million form she is,

Formless is, behind the scene,

Romance never ends,

That's how I have been.


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