The Innocent Culprits

The Innocent Culprits short poem

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Except you and me,
Everyone slept in midnight.
O, lovely, Nolhivaram,
… what is left, me alone.
Vultures of universe,
Flying around,
Left a little,
for you and me.
The innocent children,
Mind tortured,
Roaring at me,
A taste of passion.
Me, a lover of thy beauty,
Never pinched a little,
In shadow lights.
Beauty of ocean,
Beautifies not,
The men of broken heart,
A lost paradise.
The roaring tides,
Blows at beach,
Never be happy,
In vultures peak.
The unknown beautiful,
To the known painful,
Does it in nets,
A little in seas.
The soldiers of seas,
Solitary in heights,
Webs their morrows,
In night’s paradise.
A Little is left,
To me, an unknown,
By the heart of beauty,
With innocent culprits.

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