Voluble
death
Voiceless
Life
Inability of the night
Inability of the night
To
conceal the nonexistent
The potency of the dreams
No more leprechaun cohorts
My prayers languishing… gradually
My breath trilling… feebly
My smiles dying… slowly
Angels croon…
Yes, death becomes me!
The potency of the dreams
No more leprechaun cohorts
My prayers languishing… gradually
My breath trilling… feebly
My smiles dying… slowly
Angels croon…
Yes, death becomes me!
No
more eros,
No
more a sprite sprinkles dust,
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© Neerja Yadav