Under the holy basil,
lighting the earthen lamp,
whom do you invoke at dusk?
*
A needle pricks your finger.
You smear the blood
on your face.
*
It was the flame of forest
which ignites the path,
you wanted to tread on.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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