Why silently burns―
the red moon, in
moaning night?
Why in my
absence, you started
picking the rose buds?
Who had placed
the red strings in your
dampened eyes?
A missed heart
beat, always sounded
as if your name.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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