For whom the bruised
fingers tap the door of
invincible death?
When the water will
touch the feet of dying earth,
to pay homage?
Man stands in mudhole
watching sunflowers to wilt
with waning sunlight.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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