Tracing ancestory,
my poem will talk to you one day
under wolf moon.
The skin starts burning.
Singed hands will collect some
salt from god's kitchen.
No new meaning has
come out from book after
desacralization.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2023 21:26
- Category: Nature
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