A Poem.

Under the mauve sheet layered intricately,

The hearts painted with raging blood,

From the tale of Romeo Juliet to till now,

All those died cause of love.

Those pompous pillers, and stairways,

Hearts Serenading the rosy apparition.

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Entangled, espoused were gallant bloods,

Treaded the roads of desert for the

Ocean of love.

Lively-history and silentious numbers,

Bards of past still ponder.

Why The gold rusted and

Why the diamond burnt?

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It stood in magnificent fane,

Calling out for the hand of sane ,

Lies underneath all the brave,

Some stood at outskirts,

Thinking ’bout the foolish pace.

Forgetting; time is the master of all Fates.

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There were neither fane nor minerats,

As long as I digest the universe’s tale.

The cosmos around is bewildering

Shaking, vituperating us.

Alas we died at its fate,

Devouring all the pains and trials.

Arise, come to the shore,

On the land locked by no ocean

Only sea with salt and grains.

Aquib.

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