satishverma
Dreams
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Like the furled leaf― 
with teardrop earrings, why you
will play with the winds?
The temple vestige
will invoke a forgotten god.
The dove circles in sky.
The history repeats
in desert of uploaded censors.
I become a narcissus.
The tremors return,
when I start drinking moon, from―
your glittering eyes.
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