Your painted toes
disturbed my sound sleep.
Your scented hands tremble.
The gods would
punish me, if I don't wipe
off your burning tears.
You stole my death
and put her in chains.
The unburied truth smiles.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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