Lost in the swirl of Eddie current,
Mild as dew, mist or just the way ward drop
Born to inspire thirst or quench errant?
Dismal at the turn of event; shall remain to crop?
Green or simply Mango sweet, mellow and yellow?
The winds calling the tune of dance
A mere dancing willow
Shades mufti-color; at a glance
The effect of the brilliant Sun
I so oft in my shyness shun!
It was a war; as if of good and evil
As if it was a war fare civil
Elite minds in table conference to dwindle
The world is bold and it does in Sun's glare shrivel
malini kadir
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