Selling the stardust
to become rich,
for harmony.
You will bring
the other world. A lazy
eye laughs. The poor
love weeps.
I have settled
down to accept the barbs
of philanthropy.
This undefined
pain hones the words
to fight the killed panther.
Drink from my
eyes. There was snow
fall on lips.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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