In a bright noon light;
Young chap on my sight;
Standing under a squared-door-frame;
He calls by my name.
Then after, I dream of -
Quorum of a crush,
Revised verse of lush,
Nausea articulating in pain,
Ideal but still a vain.
Instantly,
He bows down on my feet,
Blessings is all he wants on his greet,
Gospel truth of native fellow,
Midday fantasy turning yellow.
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