satishverma
Empty Bowls
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Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
You were not immortal
I had lost my speech
in my pain's birth.
Why it had to
happen, altering the genes
of unborn progeny?
I miss my divine
peace. You say nothing.
Space between nights shrinks.
We were scared.
Sun was hiding. I re-send
my prayer. Never pick
the meaning.
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