Were you contributors
in my crucifixion? Glow worm was
not throwing light. Only a pyre was in flames.
The grass was smoking
without fire. I trembled for the
sake of wood. Nobody was collecting ash.
Who left the scars on your
body, when you were taking bath
in the milk of the bright moon?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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