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The sullen cloud on the white sky
Broad sky; home of ghost dreams,
Shattered rainbows on the azure,
Gleaming hues on the dark horizon.
The lurid sunset of murky new days,
Where birds soar high on clipped wings,
Dangling amidst the massive firmament,
like a spider hanging in a sponge web.
The wrong alluded image of a deep poem,
Like painted words with a lost content,
The disjointed lines of structured verses,
The unrhythmic rhythm of unrhymed words.
The clumsy moonlight of a glorious night,
The bankrupted hymen of beautiful virgins
The muscular arms of intellectual slaves,
The broken tongue of myriad harbingers.
The gaudy chandelier in a dejected castle,
The vicious apples blackcap In paradise,
The starved bowel of a pecunious Adam,
The chained arms of the ancestors in grave.
The queen's neck rope; a suicide inhibitor,
Monarch antique robe casted on bigot mind,
"Your majesty, where is the road to west?"
A wired head foolishly asked her silhouette.
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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