I spin on the web of freedom.
She cries all alone.
To change the needs, the butterflies fly between the jasmines and chrysanthemums.
Folk music geeks into my ears and swings my moods.
Hollow roads are free from biases but a red colour car stays stagnant.
Where are the peacocks irked in the lousy days of summer?
I twitch the angels and the barbed beauties, wherever they strive to be the beasts of fanaticism.
Nothing stops their lunatic narcissism.
We smile at the Moon lit night and its love for the simmering stars.
How is love lost in the world of pious absolutists?
Blossoming roses wink at the lulls of the day!
(Copyright: © Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, April 24,2024)
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