The lovesick moon
falls into my lap, for the
earth's last journey.
*
Where the tears drop,
the marigolds would come
out to pay homage.
*
Murmurs were rising
I had buried the cleaver
of the bleeding man.
Satish Verma
falls into my lap, for the
earth's last journey.
*
Where the tears drop,
the marigolds would come
out to pay homage.
*
Murmurs were rising
I had buried the cleaver
of the bleeding man.
Satish Verma
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