At times it feels I am that forgotten book on your shelfwhich you pick up when lead by the map of remembranceyou devour itand thenput it back on shelf..
She was once a butterflyBudding with lifeHer wings, coloured with rainbowShe would fly as if universe was hersStruck by the Flame then;encircled in it..
How can your mouth tastes my mouth when it has just tasted anotherHow can your eyes devour on me when they just devoured on anotherHow can your arms b..
O you, sitting on the highest power echelon of this countryRevolution is mere change of masks???O you who orchestrate these stage plays to ridicule, a..