At adequate leisure time
Some shocking luxuries of vain hymns
You’ll die for
Out of Sense
Blood spews out, self-deprecating courtesan
born of an abomination,

Take your mother’s eyesight, inwardly
Meanwhile the history of one blind birth
Evil of healing
Once again the language of the poesy

Lay down for earth
The mulibrity of existence is naked again
The way nature is being oppressed

I’ll let her enormity of omnipresent,
Forthwith love will be demise to meet with endorsement of cecity

For last breath of wordlessly. I’ll my vent

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury