satishverma

Blinking Lights

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I let it go, sometimes
my unborn poem―
listening to my
wilderness inside.

Spreads the pain in
every cell. I welcome
the poison proffered to me.

Life becomes a message to me
of no return. You
can only move forward, towards
the edge―
joining the family.

A forest grows in―
you, when you fail to
curtsy the black verses
of white days.

There were any choices?

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