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satishverma

Being outsider, 
you will not be excused. 

Deluded perfectly. 
This was a holy crime to be 
burned out. 

You can walk 
round and round around the bed, 
in search of sleep. 
This night was yours. 

I had embarrassed 
the moon. It was watching me 
from the window with a quizzical look. 

Of meager existence 
an asteroid wants― 
to beat the sun. 

The palm holds the secret of orbs.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2019 19:21
  • Category: Nature
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