Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed
in moon. There was no mandate.
A knock at death's
door. I had slept in your arms.
Slept in your songs.
Don't remain mum.
It hurts the ethos. Mortal
injury comes to poetics.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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