Let there be dark
in your life.
One day, you will
be able to see the light.
Wind would sleep in the
earthen lamp during day.
Come evening―
tears will light the wick.
Hordes of moth have
resumed their sorties. Any
cruise of moon was
impossible.
Not acceptable was hiring the womb
for manipulating the race. An
eagle dance, brings out the
savagery of man.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
I don't understand how people are still under-appreciating your work. I love it still. The sodden hint of formaldehyde touched with a glint of truth and disparity. Well done once more.
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