In The Dynasty Of Masters And Dames

Poem By Paras Ali

The Sun has dropped down, turned Purple
The marble moonlight is decoyed in a hazy bubble
Lost and Erratic stands Nova's Fate
The Yellow rain is now namelessly defamed
In The dynasty of Masters and Dames
Beloved! I call and call your name

I have lit with my fresh blood
The glass walls of sordid World
My Tears have tittered after years of workmanship
To Set Your Flask of wine on rhythm divine
In the Dynasty of Masters and Dames
Beloved! I call and call your name

The Pear less Oyster portends: my Life's sea is now shoreless
I am a Wayfarer my streets and roads are timorous
I have darted from ocean to sea, from brooks to stream,
The path has ended, still 'Respect' is a far-off dream
In the Dynasty of Masters and Dames
Beloved! I Call and Call your name

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Welcome to the pantheon of poets, Paras Ali, and with such a studded piece...blessings!


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