satishverma
Counting The Pains
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You ought to have stopped
me, in my knocked out desires, promising
the light soon to open the hibiscus.
Small cotton seeds have
started flying. The night of love
weaves black gown to cover the wounds.
I touch, I feel you to
catch your shadow. The cardinal
always takes a round to knock you.
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