YOUR SPACE

Poetry

Fire's Song

Unyielding, I was
fighting a living holocaust laced with
blood. Who wants a second death.

The moon will always
dodge me. l am abdicating the
crown of lies. Every love was a thorn..

You shape my pains.
Time squeezes. How much you
will give your tears to wash me?

You shape my pains.
Time squeezes. How much you
will give your tears to wash me?
The emotions and strong feelings firmly depicted, Satish jee.
Padma , Hyderabad
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