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by Satish Verma Apr 15, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
When I ask for the innovation, you lob the moon. Glass and sand in your eyes, melt into kisses. There was no other way. You cannibalize my poems, make a statuette and wear the pendant. You stone a wall of paper. Why did it carry the names of failed gods? You watch the stream of tears feeding the red poppies about to be slaughtered.