Skin-hot, I will bake
my words to impress your unique
martyrdom― sans blood drops.
*
The apple on tree laughs.
It is not going to fall down―
in this Omniverse.
*
You conceive a
baby god in your mind to know
the eternal truths.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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