satishverma
The Pain Outlives
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In a charred house of
love, I smell night-scent and I
wonder, if hazy moon will ever look down.
Why don't we meet
if marigolds go on rampage. You
go mental without any face.
It was an analogy.
You walked with me in the dark to
reach the bonfire of stars.
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