Under the
quilt of ecstasy
I
yearn for longing infancy
Draped
in sanguine fantasies
I doff
my inherent sanies
I
scuddle..
I
scumble..
I
scribble..
I
mumble..
Trickling
with flow of identity
Tracing
the mode of animosity
The
huddling howl of humidity
All
beneath my akin audacity!!
-Varsha
Singh
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