photic
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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