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by Satish Verma Jan 8, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Inviting yourself for a kiss of wasp? This was a hidden mood. Being yourself, you were insulting someone, my poems, my theology. Touching trees, one by one, searching your name on every leaf. O God of half eaten breads, why do you lie on the petals only? The tears fall was becoming louder. Frozen eyes are starting a meltdown. Where would you live in autumn?