I didn't ask you for
the surge from the femme fatale.
The prowess of man brings horror.
O moment of pain,
don't go to the moon to end the marriage
of grass with the Himalayas.
My imbalance with agony
brings a solar pull to meet the gods of
oceans. The earth has blocked the rivers.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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