I do carry this Albatross round in rue That I could not in any way go beyond To let the Blood get tasted by the two As the Conscience always was warned. The fear n helplessness hovered over The heart n soul felt bound in Yet the affectivity n ecstasy rover The very Euphoria buzzes in. But, what if, the Blood hadn’t got tasted What if the souls aren’t abreast The root of ardency is resting in the Twilight Zone The Core is on its blessed feast. Let not you down in mouth, in doldrums Let not the slump comes in Let not the helplessness trump Just the ardour flows in.
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