Before you eat
your words,
smear the dust of rose―
on your eyes.
The incense will blend
with your vision.
Don't walk like
a thief in the house.
Moon will face the night.
The bell rings
not. Tonight temple
god oversleeps.
Satish Verma
your words,
smear the dust of rose―
on your eyes.
The incense will blend
with your vision.
Don't walk like
a thief in the house.
Moon will face the night.
The bell rings
not. Tonight temple
god oversleeps.
Satish Verma
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