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Poetry
Holy Vision

My god hurts me one day.
Divides the roses in half. Bodiless you come
in to kiss and leave the chapped lips.

Mercy for whom? The
wounds of love make me search to trap
the honeybees like the stolen gem.

You give me your limbs
to walk on the paper and find a saviour
who always follows you in dark

The wounds of love make me search to trap
the honeybees like the stolen gem.
A heart-touching one, Satish jee. Emotions well expressed.


 

Padma, Hyderabad, Oct 09, 2021
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