Sunday Poem By Arup

Sunday Poem By Arup

Shadow of analogs

I pass through the metaphors of every eve's flesh. The filigree of incidents covers my corporal existence Last day of life is the oozing drop of wine Want a lavish death for decorating my epitome. The dying breath of the the year flagellate on my soul Twilight of sun flickering the cream light,the Time's oblivion put bone marrow of mankind. Flash of past stand before me poke everything Ansking me about my birth sin, Some sinister wave tangled around me. The flash of eternal light dazles my mortal love.