Inside the old Ellipse
There is no equivalent
In the form of;
The peripatetic is going down
Just the derivation between the twilight fade
How far !
There is no ensign on the way back

Impervious and casual, some are left unforgivable,
Although far-reaching, unlaid lingerie becomes viscous ;

The upas is being cherished in the womb

The intention is the eery consequence of epigram,
Nonpareil, A little while down in
You can come overjoyed of Evilness
it’s vicinity of nudity,
Meanwhile the past is a rare generation whose femininity is extinct

muliebrity is the occult enormity of love
Oh man,
It’s time to adopt mom

©Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury