satishverma
My Sonic Poem
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Do not go hither and thither,
living in the mirrors. I had been beguiled
in the hands of the tailors of love.
Your slanted eyes listen to
my song going beyond the words.
I will repair my shirt with pain.
Why were you walking with
pageant of broken legs. The
road has many curves, reaching fall.
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