Oh Dear Heart! let us Depart

A thousand human children are slaughtered each day

To knit their sheepish bones on the royal tiara of pet Vultures Let there be no kid, let the earth die of new pollen's dearth What can the seraphs do if immortal are the demagogues? Oh Dear Heart ! Let us depart

Alligators, Snakes, serpents and sharks Enthroned in crystals, marbled in rosary walls The animal's inherit there exquisite grottos of gold tinted glass But a human breadwinner all his life deserves not a meagre turf of grass The erudite wit bites, i beseech to be ignorant and fettered in dark Oh dear heart! Let us depart

Mud used to squash in and out from my boats Whenever i trod on the cubical soil-laden roads Sea breeze with ease used to tousle my hair Now snow flakes are puffing my breath, unveiling my old flesh bare Honorarium of passed days, the mud, the peppermint wind from this pale bard asks Oh Dear Heart! Let us depart

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