Hum of the rare sun-kissed yellow, 

not a musing but mere parlance!

I spring to read every card that adorns the myriads!

Pretending to mock them still, with a wistful eye,

I blink back the rush of felicity, with delirious grins sky-high,

The crook of my eyes shrink in frenzy, smiles slightly holler!

Dreams of blackbirds, ravens and rye

Chickpeas, vintage taller!

I live my days, not just trudge

My smiles and beams, no more a grimace

A bow-decked furor, 

O! Word-wrecked love!