I am not going anywhere.
Nocturne battles for survival.
Words are growing
like mushrooms, making a
fairy ring around make-believes
A mauve surrender.
You die daily without cause.
No contempt of love.
I don"want to think.
Only ask you, don't move
away from the moon
This is land of fear.
Will not leave you alone.
Searching your home, kissing doors.
Satish Verma
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