A nagging pain,
speaks wordlessly in the ears
of moon for a kiss.
*
Old-time will not
come back to pick again
peacock's tail eyes.
*
What was nothingness
if you get the exile
in the hands of deity?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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