Sky roots

Sky roots 

Shanmukha

Trinkets twinkle, while anklets ain’t jingling,

No dancing ladies no orchestra deities.

Stars are asleep though fusion is fusing

Lights far away once reached tons and tons

Glitter without glitter, because grass was green.

Now they say

“Grass is so brass.”

Brass is in it’s own race with Au, 

Though there’s no glitter for you.

Some say

“What are watts?”

Wards like me know only watts

We say

“Something is phishy”

Well something is definitely fussy.

Where was that glow?

Even if it returns

Sadly I’d still be low.

Because I never knew that churn.

Hulk and Milk has a thing in common

Both of them are just not summoned.

Or should I say just not anymore?

Do we have a dying door

Or a lying lore?

Or don’t bore, and make it soar. 

Oh hey you know why a wild boar

Landed on the street with its feet?

Lights are there but in reality

We’ve lost the mighty.

Sky tsars now black scars

Something is now nothing

Dark matter, bright banter

The round bread is the now lone king.