as if the pretty dusk is lighting up the sky with a" taper..."

To find the "uneven" in the even....

Few succumb to the glitter...
rest slowly dry to ashes..;
As if the river flow in silent gushes..
Tormenting the rage,the might..;
yet few become glorious,in sight...

Aims reconcile with ambition..
Young chaps runs for their mission..;
emotions become pale to their might...
They remain awake "night after night..."

The suffering the misdeameneor of the elongated hibernation..
comes out A image for its own assassination.....
The ruthless and frivolous heart take it as "cruel"..

his dream ,that he dreamed as "real"

Hang him to death "o pitiless makers"
You are nothing apart from "bloody breath takers"
give him a chance or simply allow his life spent "it a trance..."

sookannya