Last year, I built the fire I've kindled in years,

Now, they tell a story of false youth! Charms attract fools,

Fix the fickle of eyes, while in despair you die

more fierce, more fire in the skylight and thirsty souls kept watching.

I supposed to die, perhaps from seeking too-much

to not seeking, from hand to hand — they combat

for the spirit of feast, run faster while grilled in the foils.

I was yesterday, a shivered-comfortless talking town.

She shall stand high, where above the world swears

in due season of dark, purple and something that bruises

your heart, tugs you to move forward!

Voices get stronger with each heap, they sing.

He let the neighbours pass by, once in a row

they shake hands and courtesies, the night grow chill

And the winds hasten: He loitered and loitered

until the dews called out for him.

It's a struggle of every phase, his daze never hesitate

to take the weakest imp of life, calling hope

in the future-blind night, and he sleep in the end

the drops of fellowship finally give in.

— 26th May, 2023

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The last part/part (v) is coming soon!