Life was behaving
strangely. You said I
have the right to die in
zero gravity. Blood moon―
flaunted a big smile.
The last kiss was on fire
I burnt my poems. There
was an eternal peace.
Why one should shut
the golden treasury. No
more ruptures. Was it not
a miracle? You were chasing still me.
You hire the tongue
of others to speak truth. Your
vernacular was changing. Why your
words were dipped in honey?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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