I creep through this favourable
land
I am with my paucity of capable.
I am on the world of perfunctory.
The pernicious colour of my
foot.
A perpetual perquisites that
point to me.
I was on the quagmire there was
no hands for help.
The rabind wind was around me.
I have kithe the wicked of me.
I restrain my bygone,only my
own presents of ability.
It's rays are already utmost shine.
I was on the half line of recreant
could not heed it from the sight.
I am ruling my legs,
Reprove it's fastest go as a
reptiles .
Retribution is waiting for me
On the place of revenge.
With the rudimentary wisdom
of my brain.
I creep through this land with
my rudimentary capacity.
I am on the same time of hunting
my sage and stupidity,
Both of it are on the directions
of me ,
It is on the specious mood
That is only my later the
subdued it first.
The subversive power it can see
from my feet.
I tacit my synthetic rudimentary
wisdom
I want a fresh quarry and mercy.
Can I feel it in my heart?.
- Author: cyriac maliakkal ( Offline)
- Published: November 30th, 2023 10:47
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 1
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