
of my vocal chords
Still in between
Words you've never heard of
Hanging in tiny dust
As the number increases
Some sit cross-legged
Some are lying with their legs extended
Some with faces and eyes closed
Some with bare hands
The ones who don't know how to get arrogant
There is no place to bury inside
The neck was blue
Despite all this, yes,
Say yes, twins
It's a surprise to come!
Like parting time loves
Tapered body slightly elongated
Sneak after talking.
Outstretched feet in angular arc
Stand firm and love
No stains or streaks
Then it reaches into the turtle's nest.
Show your face at the edge of the dust
Like everything that can be eaten
Moaning that he will pay attention will disappear.
The dance of words
Fingers write words in the air
Mankind to read its writing
Avoids then suffers.
It is also a foreign substance
My inner self is furious
Still neck twisting dance
It is the elixir that Nanju ate
A drop of the Swati constellation
Diamondfish of Vanadi
Light trapped in a black hole
About the Creator
Ahamed Thousif
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