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by Satish Verma Nov 9, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
When sun was preparing to die, why did you ask for the soft moons? crimson red? Searching an unmarked shrine of an unsung hermit. Why people come and go? You would not catch the mockingbird, trying to be shocking, to reach you, for a melodious song. You just liked a god, who had come as a stream of light from a distant star.