satishverma
The Grim Encounters
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Light comes, light goes. You
enter my poems to subdue the stings.
Four alphabets keep me alive.
Why it had to happen.
Missed you, watching you, disappearing
in clouds.Cannot see your footprints.
The yellow dust covers
all the dawn's beauty, settling on
the eyebrows of rising sun.
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