satishverma

Unlisten

When I said, I need
flowers, you bring the soil to make
a small temple without any image.

Sparrows were eating
the sun. I will not see my own death.
Can we resuscitate the moon?

I will walk in your
body to collect the blades you had
swallowed in wars with me.



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