Before you eat
your words,
smear the dust of rose―
on your eyes.
The incense will blend
with your vision.
Don't walk like
a thief in the house.
Moon will face the night.
The bell rings
not. Tonight temple
god oversleeps.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2019 19:34
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Nice imagery
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