My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons,
at bank of tears.
Would you come to
ask the sun not to throw the
sparks in the eyes.
Will wait in twilight
for the blueness in moon.
Then give a call.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2023 20:07
- Category: Nature
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