Quantum of quivers queue quintessentially,
the rancor from the relishes reverberates with rage.
serenity seeps slowly into the sleep of sensuality:
as I tickle the tenacious thighs and think of tricks.
the universality of the urges shall not be undone.
the vagrancy within myself will end vividly.
our acts are now xeroxed, the near x-mas forgotten
the youthful yumminess of the yesteryear revisited.
Writings to Heaven 
Oh you did it!! I’m just back home and was thinking of doing it.
A marvellous job, Shashank!
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Thanks 🙂 . Sure take your time.
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👌👌👌
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Thanks 🙂
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Very very well done! Splendid!
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Thanks 🙂 It was worth the effort but had to leave out ‘z’ out of it
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Hmm. Saw that!
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maybe next time.. time to try something new now.
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Ha Ha. Your call! This was a fine attempt! Will wait for the next new thing.
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Trying a Villianelle now. It’s been a long wish to write one like Sylvia Plath or Agha Shahid. Will keep you posted.. thanks for the support 🙂
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Welcome!
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