It’s a day out with a dollar shot,
Few pennies are dancing at the tip of my phalanges
So is love ,the alien in my dreams and fantasies
With footprints at north ,
Singing belly de la Bella at the back of my ear drums ,
South has bullet tracks ,which I spent decades running from .
I outran stranger things ,not to poke the carlinous swamps of talks like tags at nearest market .
I’m here now ,a POET ,at world’s peak ,
Wearing wonders of who I might become after the dawn of the sun ,
A Mortal or a legend ,
My fate will be the judge I say ,
The sun has played its part now .