Anonymous Pride

Anonymous Pride SriSuvro This road lurking along our Blemished pride like the troops Marching forward to invade Sunny days moonlit nights. Amorous figures with part time Assignments, perfectly shaped- With precise timing yet dubious Methods, never look back. Shadows around the forlorn Pages of distant words and Forgotten lines always try to Put their protests straight.... Inside our empty signatures Inside our empty utterances Inside our empty embryos We never lament, never look back. This road lurking towards Echoes of all epics. And our Empty reflections in reverse Order look alike in all directions.