Not Burnt-OutA Poem by Satish VermaNot Burnt-Out
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pray like the Milky Way handing on moon. Why did you follow me, when I was alone― hurt, in stampede? Touch me again when yellow jasmine wakes. I will linger all night. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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