Paying back the debt
of virility. A lame duck
hobbles on the moon.
As far as, you can,
travel on my body, to-
catch the boat.
River was on spate,
sinking the groves,
bushes and fireflies.
Don't walk on
the clouds. You will fall
violently, when it rains at night.
The globes rotate
the world. You come back
to the poles, from where
you started.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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