satishverma
Don't Remember Me
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Adream dies today under
my foot like the butterfly. Were
you in secular age? Soul poem—
Goes in search of live wasp.
Your fawn eyes, like Cleopetra reading
Dante. I was dust around the moon.
No outsider will witness
the fire of Ganges. It's quiet flow of
lava carrying the corpse of love.
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