Smokeless IncenseA Poem by Satish VermaSmokeless Incense
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prayer, a moon was trapped, Eerily the neck breaks. * Everyday you were moving away like sun from all my being exiled. * You don't say goodbye. Seared, I will hear the hissing sound of blue flames. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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