Mermaid, My Morphine For Metamorphosis

By Bhanu Prakash Sahoo, Naila Hina and نائلہ حنا

MERMAID, MY MORPHINE FOR METAMORPHOSIS

Engr BHANU PRAKASH SAHOO 

Engr Dr Naila Hina 

 

You are that baffling interlacing and

 entwining of brain and the brawn,

 

 I am crazily behind to get interlocked with, 

as Beethoven's unique unison.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Engineer Naila Hina
• Release date: Jun 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227232533

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Engr. Bhanu Prakash Sahoo

Dr. Engr. Naila Hina

It was a really absorbing read.

Remains engraved and embossed

at the realms of my cranial citadel.

Worth it's weight in pure gold.

Keep the ingenuous ink erupting and exuding

far many inklings of such pieces of poetry.

The journey of a reader turns

exhilarating and never exhausted.

Exquisite piece by an excellent

and exceptional scholar.

My salutations.

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Our innertone more often than not interprets

the actions of elements and entities

in the world around us as some

incessant avalanche of irrationalities.

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Equipping our onboard eccentricities

and irritations arising there off

to remain in a state of eclipse

is the very essence and art of living and ranks

ahead of all other wisdoms

and those wishlists of holy books

and the captive thoughts

there in asking for our assimilation.

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LACATING FOR BEING YOUR PRIORITY, PROMINENT AND PERMANENT.

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I feel you without your physical presence.

That pleasure of your essence, elegance

and the very pragmatic prudence,

pushing me towards those crazy

peaks of ecstatic opulence.

Our camaraderie, I conserve

from courtyard to court.

Our ongoing courtship would carry us

towards a captioned catapault.

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You are so calm and courteous,

I can never conceive to hurt.

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I am some crude clay and

you are the cosy cashew nut.

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I clap at your consecutive climbs up

the capability ladder dear cosmonaut.

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I get happy to the hilt at the very sight

of yours without any little halt.

You are the theme and you

are the rhythm and rhyme.

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Rinsing my restive reeds to run alive unruined,

you remain the reason prime.

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With such sweet tenderness and your

teeming with trendy confidence,

my imagination stretches to seeking solaces,

sleek and sublime.

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Data is the new diet.

Deficiency or deviation does

deliver a devastating dent.

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Denial can be as decimating as death.

A dry day of data drops every dynamics

of mankind to a degree abysmally quiet.

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Denouncing the addiction

of this dragon defines

your deserving the dais of saints.

Mankind drapes this detonator as a miracle blanket.

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The dependency ought not be in such deluge.

Scripting debacles in absentia of such denominations huge.

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Civilisation nosedives to it's nadir in depth,

with daily usage of data falling below a dosage,

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denoting human death

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You are some flute,

I am the flow of air.

Even when you are moody and mute,

the melody still emerges loud

to make me melt in solitaire.

Such is the magical symphony we share,

moulding a marvellous mutual tune,

that even the maker of the universe

might believe for