Embracing the lust,
going for the absurdities,
my words will suffer.
What would you do,
if sun may be lying to me?
Moon was crying silently.
A big hole in neck.
Still I was breathing in dark
O god, now it will rain.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2022 21:15
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
...and blood, will stain
humanity's path, once again!
(such a relatable wording of despair
thanks for sharing, Guru!)
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