chandra prakash verma Poems

In the ruthless cage
of innocent lambs and butcher's rage
they laugh, they cry
who were to die
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Singing it today
bringing home a rain
wishing that my train
it gets me again
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Outside your window, O cindrella!
I stand in the meadow, O cindrella!
This rain feeding the night
Its purple sound, this waning light
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where should i begin..
the shining petals..
this succumbing heart..
to your breath-taking skin..
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The flame, yes, that's what t'is.
I've let it breath, I've let it hiss.
I've cultivated this snake, asunder.
Denied it mysteries, fed it hunger.
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