While the tides sashay past,
the high hung, albatross mast,
The lone star hums blithe tunes,
devoid today of ancient runes,
unworried anchor, gratifying harbor,
no storms to warn of this eve,
A certain unmethodical hubbub,
composed of sole jollity....
Just like a faraway mass am I,
I glitter allright,
sad or bright,
the pursuit of my rapture,
being only,
the magnanimity of ur stature,
I look upon things as small,
as things like you but not them all,
I eye them through the bleak corner,
of my glittery sheens..
I m no mourner,
nor a growling bard,
as my love walks silently,
past the burning walls!!
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