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Saturday, 21 February 2009


Jaded sounds way too real to foresee
Scabbath sold the sword to me unforeseen

Aint the distance braided I would so tell
Stiff are the shadows and magnanimous the world

Lord o Lord I guess this was the destiny of this hilt
Swift drift cant be isolated as thy scrutiny

Words craft a sentence millions deep
We aint going nowhere but draftin scaffolds.?

Blossoms and sunflowers sway to the star
Huge as it is… but cant you drape this planet?

Too many Y’s asked but so smashingly unreal
Some nonsense but others yearning for justice

Take this in your stride so scarred
Run away is an option.. Stay and Celebrate!

Ajay Padattil