I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.
I would defy
the death, but life
defeats me.
Message of the
love was disquieting.
I prepare the ancient
alphabets.
I will go on
diet of pain, perfectly
making me strong.
We live in ourselves
collecting the
nuggets of tears.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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