Coming of age―
the ruins,
now want to
dismantle the man.
A crypt
behind the crypt
will be opened to
invite the goddess
of wealth.
I remained poor
being a seeker.
Where did you reach
floating in
river of blindness?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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