photic

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bells of my heart turned to 
rebels to silence the already 
playing threnode in my mind,
Oh Sire, who helped such
absurd acts to infect 
the Sapience of my town,
roads of my city know 
how my feet went from 
brisk walk to a strolled one,
tampans coming from 
the wild stopped at the
door-sills of my house,
scleras of my eyes imbibed 
the cense of Tennessee 
even without taking any sip,
love scandal coshered 
by guitar strings made
my soul phrenetic,
pillows of my bed got
dissolved into smiles 
when my nights ended 
with festooned eyes,
this unfeigned and 
unfettered feeling made
my dolourous domicile 
prolifically  photic.

- chetna 🌻 

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