It was difficult to
shut the window. Moon
was casting a spell.
A hill mynah in
golden cage wants to
start soul searching.
Will you peel my
thumb, so that I can smear
the blood spot on your forehead?
Why did the sedge give
the papyrus to man? I don't
want to read the tumultuous lineage.
Let the flogging stop.
The weeping dawn will not
witness the slaughter of moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: May 3rd, 2020 20:42
- Category: Nature
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