In The Shadow Of The Sunlight

Often, dark and grey; sometimes dark-grey; then, as black as coal In the shadow of the sunlight, gloom seems to be the soul. As shades of Banyan trunks fall on yellow-green carpet grass A broken self, knocks at the collapsed castle's doorpan glass. My inner self, which gets mingled with the shades of rainbows It grows fast until it resembles gold-red volcanoes. After a cold blooded murder, is black blood poured like dregs? The head is mixed with hands. Corse amalgamate with the legs Self, like a dwarf, walks, runs, sings, and dances behind broad busts. Sand streams, like whirlpools, seem to flow all through dissension's crusts. Scenes change. Colours, like strip lights, fail to expose the faces. Each creature is condemned to involve in cutthroat races.