Backlash of scars
becomes glamorous.
It was not my fault.
Pulverized temple―
rebuilds the god lying
in dust.
Miracles are no more
relevant. You treat the ending
as part of rebirth.
Breasts plundered―
galaxies were ready to
reglitter the dark moons.
Why to hide anything,
when you don't possess
any earthly gifts?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Indeed...
Why?
wow, the last line changed everything for me during this read....that is in a good way!
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