I love writing but a little hesitant to reveal
Walk in the shadow of metaphors, try to conceal.
Pour the heart out but in the cloak of allusion.
and the elusive style adds to the readers' confusion.
Sometimes I sit in my melancholic Jeep and set out
through the boulevards of imageries on a journey
when suddenly the passive road encounters an
oxymoron and the path becomes a little jerky.
In mirth, my heart showers rhythms in consonance
and then my merriment and alliteration is in resonance.
The showers of gaiety splash, onomatopoeia tells the sound.
Irony walks along with me, satire is always around.
The pen becomes lively and in it the ink personifies
Allegories are humane, whenever they come, they humanize.
Synesthesia puts all the barriers between senses to an end
Sarcasms are little close but everyone is a good friend.
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