A time when the Sun’s luminance descended
And the season spanned out, darkness everywhere.The
Rose of nighttime led to the last lapse of the animate thing.
That’s when the humanness sensed the end.
HIS laws and flaws realized by all. Even Gods
In situations prone to make mistakes.
Child-like you and like you, are few. When our
Hassled mind staggered around, never you
Abandoned, rather the love that bound. Thy presence
Necessitated ever on thoroughgoing task. You
Did not ever wore that fakers’ mask.
Rumbling thunder, bolt of lightning,
And the raw drizzling rain, conjoins in the
Meadows of the farfetched land of joy,
On the mountains, swarmed by greenness,
Hidden in the dapples of clouds,
Allowing the deities to fly high to wish the
Neo-woman a very Happy New Year…!
- Julien
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