When by end of light my bones fine-tuned to brittleness,
My decaying flesh be the supper to ants blissful
And my name enshrinned to some tomb in sombreness:
Weeping souls denouncing death throwing the soil-
Let not my voluminous verses go unseen to dust
With rapacity of inherited means sounding joy,
Forsaking what brought its bread with a foolish thought,
Tangled in wrecklessness with veiled eyes relishing incessantly.
As serv`d interests heralds new explorations to be explored
As gnarled love exhausted wither like a rose
Mine`s a same story well brood and yearning for a new breeding ground
To manoeuvre in dazzling heights nor dwindle in lost pride.
In a parting thought,a new challenge befalls my breath
To distinct metres nor structure propelling my wings to fly high.
