And darling,
Now my city lunga are asthmatic
& the sunrise of my citadel releases the
Smoke of your betrayal & duplicity.

Things you said at 3am,
By listening to that,my city
Selina had stopped smoldering
and now nocturnal embraces the
skeleton rather than its cosmic
Body and selenophile soul,stars
Were smashed by his bitter sentences
And persuaded them to be the stardust
Which is now poured upon the scars
Of kaleidoscope & nebula cloud.

Things you said at 3am,
By listening to that the sanguine
Spring in my city has stopped
To arrive every year and floweret
Don’t cuddle anymore on the
Cleavage of brown branchlet &
Ramus and leaves are swaying
To play the melancholic lullaby.

Things you said at 3am,
By listening to that my streets
Are dead and the shimmering
City got paralysed,he left from
Here long back but i couldn’t stop
Myself from waiting for his arrival
By standing at the last consonance
Corner, ultimately he left but I
Couldn’t leave him.

Things you said at 3am,
By listening to that my hands
Were expecting to hold the poisonous
Glass of wine but when i started to
Lick my lips i found his pecks which
Has burnt my brinks.

//And now i am left as the incomplete
silhouette of his infamous poetry/