Ask me Not

The climate of your town is not salubrious
The paleness of the wind gathers me
The lassitude of the sun-shower cuddles me
With what account?
On which note of relation?
My Dear friend Ask me not
Please Ask me not
All I know, I have to go

Falcon eats not the left over morsels of vultures
A sky lark's breeze rents never the notes of nightingales
A dove doodles dreams in the depths of dust
It's muse would starve if you force her to write on rust
Why a featherless bird darts from tree to tree making no nest?
My dear friend, Ask me not
Please, Ask me not
For All I know I have to go

Cartographer scribble no map for me
I am a damsel of flaunting  mystery
Averred and approved by the law of mirage
Why my spirit mourns wearing the guise of humans or Draculas?
My dear friend Ask me not
Please Ask me not
For All I know , I have to go

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