© Fatheek Aboobucker |
The claypot filled of me as words unadorned, Paints the fragrance of this very dusk on the inner wall |
An alleyway furcated of unknown
Enlarged as adjoin-able in me the self,
Writes the note of this very dusk
"Path is the destiny"
Then
through the scars of decayed window
Bursts as light
The great word
Imperishably coloured
of thee
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