Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed
in moon. There was no mandate.
A knock at death's
door. I had slept in your arms.
Slept in your songs.
Don't remain mum.
It hurts the ethos. Mortal
injury comes to poetics.
Satish Verma
breaks. The light has dimmed
in moon. There was no mandate.
A knock at death's
door. I had slept in your arms.
Slept in your songs.
Don't remain mum.
It hurts the ethos. Mortal
injury comes to poetics.
Satish Verma
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