Between dead and live
god sleeps in the golden crib
to rename unborn.
In a recurring
triangle of deities, will you
ask burning questions?
Why do you ascend in
violence of words, when I gave
you gift to come back?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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