If love begets love,
then you cannot tackle
the departure.
It was a graceful withdrawal,
after completing the life's term.
Dust meets dust.
The clown was a great
loser, leading a double
life, with a big hole
in the heart.
You cry when something
was left behind.
After all who was
a perfectionist in this weary world?
When you sleep
in the virgin arms of
a terrorist,
the enemies go into a tizzy.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
How beautiful, I truly enjoyed your master piece 🌹
thank you, for choosing to share your unquestionable talent dear poet or guru: to me..
just wow!
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