Rutilant radiance, the elegance of night,
Adorned the tenebrous realm, as a coiffure.
Fettered dolor, soared for the liberty,
A tear flattered the fate of innocence.
The elegance emerged thwart the mightiness,
The palms clasped the clothes and replicated.
Zest of the world, the psalm of pulchritude,
Semblance brandishes on the hands of tears.
Indignant sentiments hover in the heart,
Ere, a mystery, in ichor, made a dart.
Rest gaze around for status in mart,
The hands cry behind, others being smart.
-Osanda Janandith Thenuwara-
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