satishverma
Not Afraid Of
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I want to quit 
the game of skulls
to die better.
A saddened butterfly
holds up the sun
on its frail wings.
On the trembling limbs
a hummingbird moth
hovers in air, to catch the moon.
Who was shy of
tiger lily for whisking
away your mirror?
I will wait for
you, till the hundred
moons come and go.
Like a decoy will
be used to trap
the tall necked peacock.
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