You are landing
in all my poems. Mirror
speaks death from death
life from life.
Born in clay oven.
I praise god. You leave
your handprints.
Loaves were mine.
Was it not insulting
fire? A catastrophe? I
worshiped the goddess Agni
for its immaculateness.
An eagle makes
a preemptive dive
at interphase of lips and
tearful eyes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2024 19:57
- Category: Nature
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This is amazing!
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