Beaten Brazen you
Beaten Brazen you
Your words are like ice cubes,
Rooting every franchise of thoughts in me,
Genuinely you blabber your ice of principles
Slapping my head to tail of mine,
You blame the roots of mine
Washing every soil of it,
But
Dear did I ever speak to clash your thoughts on mine?
I honour every water of yours on my way,
Etiquette every glasses, you say,
Drink every piece of drops, you rays
Now,
You slam me that I am on another door
Chiming another bell of thoughts?
You upsurge your cubes of words in me
Did you ever notice,
In your glass, your cubes, your water,
Your theory of discipline
Was there lies my existence ever?
Was my sediments lies on yours ever?