I whisper your name,
when breakers crash at shores.
The paper boat sinks.
The hunger was not
a new thing when sun sits,
backyard watching you.
Your smile plays trick.
White pearls sing in moon's ears
to tie golden knot.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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