In cascading
tresses, when moon
got stuck.
I held your face
to see the frightened
fish in eyes.
Seven feet deep,
the snow-
escapes the man's foot.
A terrible fight
still goes on
between temple and mosque.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2019 20:02
- Category: Nature
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In nature we find Truth and Beauty.
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