Let me go alone to
meet the blameless, carrying a
pride flag remaining untouched.
True sequestered
under the shade of a fig tree, to die
or not to die. The crushed moon lies by side.
An abject recovery of
youthfulness, unshakable crotch.
ready to jump in a turbulent river.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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