The who who Flew

It was a dramatic day by all means.The Sun was shining,the crowd sang peans of the Durbar while the young fellow decided to take off.

Abdul was not a regular because he was traveller.He wrote or told poetry of the wrong kind.
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Standing at the crosssroads contemplating,
Seeing is believing.
The deafening motion of moving crowds.
To be mute is peace.
All seemed an illusion a true delusion.
Reason purging itself.
Forces of life ebbing.
The embers glowing.
Riot of colours.
Melancholy of music.
Clay making impressions.
Passions rising,rationale holding.
ART KILLS.
Senseid lost sensibility gone.
Reason treasons.
Stand up to question or all is lost.