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by Satish Verma Mar 30, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
After centuries of reverie? a dream breaks, falls like a mirror in ink, splintering into thousand thoughts. Somewhere words start flying. Oh god! your feet of clay are crumbling. I wanted to write a new script on your body, slashing my wrists. How much the truth was lying? Ask the shades alluding to moon. Patchy and opaque in forest of maple, I was counting the red-lobed leaves. Your eyes were telling a soulful tale. On beach were sitting some youngmen in a row in orange jump suits waiting to meet their gods.