Dapper man's morning toasted his glass to red hill
Asking if the dawn has remembrance of redness,
flammable moments of east were seeking
The empty glasses of Dapper man's room.
The moon-bird rests from the long flight
For the dawn she marks and for the dawn she knows,
Standing amid the roar, the redness of east sky
Last flame of wrath is hanging in her left wing.
Empty glasses with the wrath of shimmering moonbeam
In the full-moon night gazes The absconder's face
The petition of silver eyed courage tossed
A golden divinity in the yard of Dapper man.
Except for the course of boundaries in east
The landscape, imaginary and jerks are same
For Romans and uncertain celestial sphere are
Remaining In the left wing of moon-bird.
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Hello baldev sir
Nice one sir
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