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by Satish Verma Oct 26, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Don't give words to thoughts. Terror begins. Your painful past turns to future, of live skeletons. What life will give to me, when I am getting ready for long journey? Collecting peacock blue to write your name on the trunks. Moon nods, I ask for a favour to make me sleep in moonless night. The silence speaks in humility. Nothing was left to have a meaning. From the temple deity disappears.