Hold The Rein And Chase The Time
apparently tranquil it looks
while strategic turbulence
instigates inner surface
conspires to suck stubborn solidarity
beautiful imbalance
feet distracts your policy
distorted thumb culminates to break
the bead the rapid pulsation
fluctuating from dull to dorbeetle
and at last when hell climbs the peak
stallion stabs a morbid pancreatic octave
simply a cry for salvation
O' my horizon the lubricated amity
all I lost you offered to save my savior
burst again to purse the saphena
feel a tilt never means the throbs of demolition
the done is done
rectified anger condensed to acquisition
and apparent go sleep to salient
we the sapiens again will ring the key
to transport its origin and its origin...
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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