Two kisses for a golden
lie. Don't manipulate the shelter.
Moon will take rest in my poems.
Song of sparrow has
died. I am bewildered. From where
I start writing glory of sunrise.
My each nerve trembles
when I gather the dried jasmines,
you dropped telling goodbye.
Satish Verma
lie. Don't manipulate the shelter.
Moon will take rest in my poems.
Song of sparrow has
died. I am bewildered. From where
I start writing glory of sunrise.
My each nerve trembles
when I gather the dried jasmines,
you dropped telling goodbye.
Satish Verma
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