You speak in a style
That the devils defile
I see you in her eyes
And the peacock cries.
You bask in a smile
That I dropped on a pile
Her last hope flies
And the dreamer dies.
We walked for a mile
That I logged in a file
The lone dog pries
And the monster tries.
✍ Ithmam Hami, 17th January, 2023, 09.54 pm
An Escapist 