Blade Of Temper

by Satish Verma   Nov 27, 2022


That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.

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It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect?
seeds of love and hate.

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Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.

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