The moment of truth
for a flower seller.
Sun will not rise today.
Learning the―
alphabets of violence.
I would not bet on you.
At nude beach
I was wearing the moon
in pitch dark.
Silently weeping
a prophet today asks
for the mercy of dead.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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