Amber کے بول

Buttermilk sky Ivory kingdom Down here I'm lying And sometimes I wonder How it just Suddenly changed Infant of clouds Born amidst Wild growing flowers Aerial sprout Raised by the wind And the water How it just Suddenly changed Orphan of air Exiled in woven sheets Protected form Joy and from sorrow A whole life of un-affection Narcotic condition A sleepwalking robot Barely stimulated Almost stimulated To a point When protection Is smothering Observing through A plastic veil Inside this artificial womb A drip of transpiration A finger following along From the outside An overwhelming light In the inside A motherly warmth Sometimes it is soft But mostly it's glaring Beloved unconsciousness Additive come Oversensitive atrophy Regulating intensity Keeping balance with everything Easing the pressure And dimming desire