satishverma
My Candle Burns All Night
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Like dogwood flowers 
I spread my palms, for
you to read the fate of sun.
Nothing else I would
need to complete my logarithm.
I had always failed in numbers.
Lines don't play the
game. Dots are winning the
horse race.
The hounds know
the art of killing. I was
not ready to undress the gods.
Can you surrogate
the death of a wasp, who
flew not to bite the innocent?
The point was not clear.
Nobody understands the geometry.
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