satishverma
Night is Done
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I will not pick your
cherries. O god, neither you kiss
nor you remove your lips.
Sitting on a rainbow you
send the wolves to catch the rabbits.
Butterflies are happy to fly away.
You will come to rescue me,
when the king cobra raises his head.
But I was ready to sip the venom.
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