Swirling
like flurries, my
thoughts.
I wanted to know,
who were you?
One by one perumbulating,
the scarlet, the yellow subtractive
packs, of perusals, fall like martyrs,
with burst of crackers.
Snow carpets with
streaks of crimson.
Do you know the script
of unknown?
The shrouds!
Who was dispensing them?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 3rd, 2020 20:05
- Category: Nature
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