What I don't see, I
see. I will go where I don't reach.
The human failing shines.
Where are you, my
partner in jail ? The rattler of moons.
Why do fever rise in the dead body?
The stars don't sleep
laying the dews on your eyes. You
know the pain looks back at the torturer.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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