Kissing Point
how much has been burnt
the lips of the aalpanaa
by the heat of the blue letters
the absentmindedness
that can penetrate this flavour
gets hullo-cut
coming to the wedding-relation
do fly oh bird
yet you flow with faster steps
in the deep of the wave
with a long hanging bag on your shoulder
let more horse-carts be composed
for the clouds
let the gate adorned with a figure of lion
be immersed for some time more
in deep-meditation
he who is fallen from the wings of the deer
has a chest of 42 and a half inch
you should look it
coming how much nearer to the talisman
that serpentine lane and that tasty loose-hair
becomes totally blank
you should also see
reaching to what kissing-point
the glacier of the versification
can vanish
without leaving any trace
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