POETRY
Our emotion set on road,
Faded with joy and peace,
Filtered with  toy and luxury.
Yet saddened with scrupulous organisms.

Anxiety and piety engrossed,
Sanity and laxity deployed, 
Generations of menace and beauty,
Purge down in ocean of ink,

Our fears and tears,
Our sorrow and joy,
The beautiful atmosphere and tensed,
All doted with our bleeding ink.

Our folklores and tales,
Our legend songs of praise,
Our ancestral fame and tales,
All purge in emotional songs and praises,
Which father calls a poem.

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