I will retrieve your
consecrated shrine of
innocence.
You will kneel
eating grass. The great
shift towards Agni starts.
It burns the stigma,
the sins. Whitens your
dirty teeth.
What you have done
to me O queen of hoods,
hood of queens?
The kernels were intact
ready to grow, after the wild
fires on hills.
I will not utter a word.
A new breed of mix of man
and god was coming up.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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