Nudging the contempt,
he wanted to become
homeless again.
I had never seen
such human insanity.
Hate me now―
I was your sin.
You made it easy,
making my nest empty.
There was a colossal waste.
The salt was
becoming scarce. Night and
moon were going to break
the hills.
The cost of life
was falling. Diana― the huntress
will not shoot any arrows.
Artemisia was no more sacred.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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