as the streets of Our Life immerses in the galaxies of love and ecstasy, longing for what makes you and me in the fantasy of words smiling at the hall of joy.
Waves of water bubbles forsake the blues of yesteryears and wrench the flimsy flakes of vacuousness once for all.
Humanoids brim with the linking oasis but do not yield the bards of stardom with honeydews of freedom lost in the case of Narges Mohammadi.
Yellowed with red hats, her intimate communion with liberty live with the flint of fire for equality and equanimity.
Someone rang me up talking about shamanism but I don't feel free to speak about the blurred identities.
I am lost in the world of boundless energy and speak through my poems all alone.
Free to hoist the flag of freedom in the mindless echoes of nothingness inbuilt in love beyond the scope of bindings.
I am in sync with the limelight of a team lulling with the company of everlasting poetry on a few occasions of mimetic bliss.
Drips of love trip me off beyond all reasons.
I urge upon the stripes of colourless cadets encarving the sky in the name of cloudy cacoon.
Sideline the beasts of our erotic estates and blink upon the future of nature's furore.
(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 10,2023)
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