satishverma
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Memories Shimmer
A thought pricks again
and again. I cannot hear your
footfalls. In twilight, moon―
Comes, hugs you and
jumps into burning lake.
My ancient pain stands before me.
I have come faraway
from your home. My hand tremble
when I write your name on water.
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