This ceaseless corrosion of nail biting
In acrimony towards the pedagogue self
For skipping the beaming trough in surveillance,
Remains of oyster hole under unwitted sun
Shadowing the sensation of just born flight
As if in togetherness for muted surprise!
Plight of auster moon light cloud broken
With all uneasiness of expatriated delight,
Under niceties of alien wings fabulous
Consolidates the Salt licking semblance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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