satishverma

My Baby Steps

It was a dry run to die.
Inequality between sun and moon
always inspires to save the earth.

My love was beyond the
pain of stones submerged in the
salt lake. Nightmares visit the eyes at night.

In well defined ripped
loyalty, a black star says, I am-
the cry of fallen truth of the conscious.



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