THE HEART ON A RUN(dilemma downed at dawn)
It’s the hand writing of perplexity
In the center of jejune Virgin heart.
The rolling eyes in countryside_
Is lost in the clan of gentlemen.
The boiling sandy land is in question_
For the nature of sun is colored.
Then riddles consume the heart_
And spread its tent in the hollow
Of a naked mind.
When truth reincarnates_
And the new face is phased.
Thence the nature of simplicity
Is advised to abdicate_
For the reign of mirage and obscurity.
Whirlwind blows to the eyes
And gaga the sight of the innocent.
Then tortoise emerges_
With friendly smile, to remove fluff floss. Leaving behind, a trace of scruple cynicism_
And takes the good will of man_
The heart is jinxed.
When truth travels to unknown land
To revive or teach_
And the people fear it’s efficacy.
When truth and untruth combat
To gain the heart of man_
Dilemma sets in_
To take the better part of us.
Who lives in a plain land?
With nothing to fight in heart.
Who is saved of the roaring perplexity?
Come teach the clan the way_
For it has dig deep where it’s not welcomed.
I stand at bay watching_
Learning the language of my ink_
Learning how to handle my pen.
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