satishverma
Poems Knock
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Life distributes the ashes. A gale
throws the flowers to weigh your love.
Sometimes I stop thinking.
What is happening behind
the curtain? Death brings the live pain
of fossilized to-morrows.
Come my love, come.
Lets see the tiny pale drops oozing
from the skin of dying moon.
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