Don't speak the truth―
loudly. Bipeds
are listening.
I will not blame
any one ever,
for my poems.
I must invoke
Buddha, if he
was an avatar.
Rage again for
the dying sun. Night
was very cruel.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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