Extended agony for
me was the shivering light. Why
will the darkness win today?
The moon was sleeveless.
It drops a hint. You cannot blame
the tree. I have to go a long way.
Who becomes blind in
green? A beautiful death always
brings the wreaths in absentia.
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Author:
satishverma (
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'The moon was sleeveless.
It drops a hint.
You cannot blame the tree.'
we blame roots
we blame nature
we blame choices
till, we realise for our maths to work
there must first
be a value to existence, for us to lament
otherwise, we're just wasting time
multiplying null by sans
whilst dreaming, of moonwalking our regrets..
(as insightful, as ever
thank you, Guru)
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