satishverma
Erased Writing
Category: /General/
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A scream comes from
the shooting comet. Your poem has
become a prayer.
The tonsured moon
rubs with sooty heart of a satan.
Life will never be the same.
Mirrors become dirty.
I don't want to see the reflected
faces of stars landing on earth
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