No sobriety in the tones,
Eternal hunger on face;
Skedaddled rats in well,
No more beyond spake!
The covenants in doubts,E’er amended, yet, unclear;
Polluted zests, oscillates,
Thus, in Space, can’t hear!
Beauty hides from beholders,
As eyes are empty, unclean;
Where in World beauty lost?
Maybe, is hidden, unseen!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2025