Like a stingray
you hurt. My chest heaves
and falls. God, you―
Remain untouched
in sacred well of honor
like holy water.
I will come back
in tiger cave to count
the stripes of blood.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2023 20:52
- Category: Nature
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