Icicles, heavy and fragile
Are witnesses of trickled felicitousness
Weigh floods on your
mind
- Restless eyes, crying soundless
Dried up herbage, coated with glory
Of distressing transformation
Drill clefts
into transitoriness
- Seething tears of your reality
Opressed hankering for redemption
Straitjacket of your
soul
Solidifying floes to the fire
- Raving in uncontrolled stagnation
Misty adumbrations laughing wise
Penned up in the
infinite cosmos
Strange birds of prey circulate idly
- Mystifying messengers of consolation
Hide in your cocoon
No
occasion to crave
No one reaches you
