Enshrined in the heart of every Flander,
throbs this blind sanctimony......
Transcending ridicule and slander,
your life exudes a cynical irony....
Overwhelming contemporaries,
initiating an adamant eclipse,
over lesser mortals' glories,
By making mockery of their court bound trips........
Aspired not, for glamour,
liberated self with pertinent finesse........
Provoking tht ominous tremor,
As opponents gear up for a 'wannabe mess'..........
Ur parting bow, compells a dewy appaluse.......
beseeching those deaf quandaries,
to lay siege on ur rationale.......
To smother those conspiracies,
tht threaten to curtail ur memories......
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Hm...I can't say I hate it...but I can't say I love it either...the "ur" and "tht" really bother me...but I suppose the poem itself is okay...decent.
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Prashant?
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