Scratched poem of September

Charm of a Peculiar night
Dead rose for the Kingdom come
Into the midst of Frosty Knight

Your stars glimmers
Belching, wrenching
Exposing my ethnic aura
A tape of heavenly bliss

The acoustic rhythm
Essentially subliminal
Satiable insatiable
Tracked traces covered

Your tree branching out
Railing through my bark
Your entirely arousing
A summation of beauty
A firefly to enlighten
Encased within to liven

A might, a light at sight
A whole in me, a one in you
Pluck, nip, smash, trap, stash
In dreamscapes and reality.


– Abhishek


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