In small pieces
you come back to live
in my dark poems.
The otherness haunts.
Geneology goes back
to moon. I suffer.
The grinding wheels
move to find out the truth
of splitting grains.
Satish Verma
you come back to live
in my dark poems.
The otherness haunts.
Geneology goes back
to moon. I suffer.
The grinding wheels
move to find out the truth
of splitting grains.
Satish Verma
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