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The diamond-dazzled
Alphabets of yellow streets
Caress too often--gently
The lisping and floating punctuations
Of molten phrases
Meanwhile Velvety-gowned clauses play violin
In the silky nocturnal midnight
To Keep awake the leather-heeled
Red-lipped,
and
Lavender-scented
Books of few hundred pages

When the books have well amused
The bronzite bodied libraries
Then tread upon them
Dead roses,
Cigarette ash
Faded photographs
Ink less pens
and a storm of frozen tears

For the book was  written to be sold...

Paras Ali /2016