Baisakhi The New Season
Stretch, itching by Jove eyes,
On a full yaw, I make full cor blimey lungs
with glow of hayfields.
Twitter clack of the birdies
Slow fill the air out
Connected with low moo's true high-priced.
A staring earthy mark
Short betters to
the stepwise pumping from water
Blended dead with slack
Jazzy good from the thrums,
Flaring thems tread to the
Dulcet dance maidens
Stressing ambience, when
precariously poising their freight.
An short suspension and past
Break sameness on their gauds
Kick junk, inessential the baffle
Successful big Crescendo.
Running tricolor dupatta
Shading with the light
Congratulating large sweep
From fearful, graceful, measured fields
Make full these cool stormy morning.
The novel flavour takes in arrived.
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