Mob tries to set
ablaze a Taj Mahal
I was flying a kite.
*
Tears swell in
the eyes of moon. Paper
lamp has come for a sail.
*
The long night─
I was ready to handover my
family silver to moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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