temple of love locked itself in prayers...Mature

Now death has painted my heart with colors of mourning... Now I shall die and take leave of this sinful beauty, This precious universe, this unseen and seamless truth That kisses my breathless, armourless eyes fare-the-well... Till the next life shall rekindle, The lost memories of rosy days and cozy nights in my all-lost eyes, Metamorphosed into a fountain of baby tears, Gently drowning the newborn face of a newborn life... Memoryless and unaffectionate to the past as it lay, Free from future's misfortunes and the present's wrapped gifts, Of unreliable, orthodoxly conitioned parenthood the baby of newest human generation, is left with a loveless, senseless generation gap to cope with...!!!!!!!!
The End

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