Your voice has dimmed.
I cannot catch your
beautiful profile.
Wanted to see you,
where you were not present.
O god! who was running
this weird world?
Prepare for a
heat stroke in moonlight.
Naked as a blank paper.
Can you print
the end of unending?
Do not want to call
seers. I will search myself
to know the meaning of
dying gracefully.
Were you ready to become
a silhouette?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2023 20:14
- Category: Nature
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