Blue Berry

So close to hunger lay a serene potful of stale looks

So close to heart lay a renegade's empty notes..

I wallow in filth with command of spring-less green

Sand dunes to Abu Simbel march with guns..

All that stay back in dinner a falling fella

A designer dish at stake with obese nuns..

In the midst of Esna lock and hundreds ferry

Comes up a flurry of Blue berry.