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by Satish Verma Dec 5, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Alter ego, you were my broken mirror. From where do we start watching crescent moon? Where the poet will go in search of ink, to reshape the words of solace, living out of truth? O, incredible! Your maiden steps had faulted to reach the vanity of glittering heights. How will you fill in the blanks, blindfolded? Sun had already gone down.