Flatter into an Art (by Aamna Rao)
My eyes bloats to sing the song of despair.
but my lips won't coordinate for worldly affairs
These lips would not refrain to smile
No matter how passionately the eyes desire
My dear woman, let your heart sing with madness
Let your mind enrich the sadness
Let not suffering overpower your charisma
Let not dejection subjugate your aura
Let your mind, your heart and your soul sing and flatter into an art.