satishverma
Let's Decide
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Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep
till dawn.
The spirit of the tree
comes down to
wake up the sage.
It spills the light
for a troubled window
cracked by hail.
A drenched house
of words
becomes pale, page by page.
I do not know
how to tell the story
of two bats which flew without wings.
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