Vision

By Sriram

Archdukes have an affinity for a stagnant cause

standing on the edge to cede its morpheme.

For us, on the horizon off a white-

on a back of tractions is of an astonished

ravel on its hay.

Cubs’ pubs and the real luffs of life

like a mere symphony on a fabricated veal.

Oh! A precious night! Supressed as a vitreous high

of a far dome femtohm, I per say a vision.

Armour, for he shall pledge a lesson.

A divine famine, an alveoli of pillars edict the rulers. 

Conspicuous oh he shall bury! The spark awaits....

Serve the serpent and repent the kin.

Akin the oblivion is an inevitability.

I say a good life, THAT'S IT.

By Sriram