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by Satish Verma Aug 15, 2024 category : Nature, environment / nature
You shine high when I was in dark. The persecution still goes on. What was love crime, when you sleep in my arms for eternity? Who had angered the flame of forest, that was burning you without ash? Tell me what blooms in your chest, when at night you look at the full moon. I cannot assassinate me, till you say goodbye under the Bo tree.