What did you hurl?
Tell me all the lies. Pain―
and truth stand on stage.
Predawn jasmines,
open their eyes to
salute the sun.
A ligature bruise
on the body of moon speaks
of brutal assault.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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