A Stanza

The dust litters the room as left by you

more of absence is heeded to the flower folds

Loosely pouting from the bell jar as with a swipe of

Poisonous tongue hurling over his lips

Still silence could breach the dialogue of me

With you in nothingness begetting nothing

Love begetting loveless corpse of a deity

On the rolls of the King who never was

A brave soul to defend his own love

Lest the loveless jitters strangle whosoever

Dusts the dust whether a piety or robber


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