Seeking the painting of beauty’s frustration
No dire desert dryness to tend you
Not the night to the long moon in dreary
The hunting of hummingbird and nightingale meekly
The handsome face of freedom sets its feet in free
Now the sky and the immortality is all but me
Too coward to let go of money’s strength and fraility
Human voice just floats off the tips of cotton waves, do you see
The water in haste hassles to hue in harmony
It races against your heart and no woman’s sails
No children chases the rainbow stars impale
The loud streets with rickshaw flowers gracing freckles
Last the mark left to imbed
The one of beauty that doesn’t sleep in your bed
You beg like light from small fire flames and place
Here is only beauty’s frustration, words in the gutter, uttering and out of place
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