Theocratic Darkness Poem by Binu Mathew

Theocratic Darkness

When wind blew gently,
Some leaves didn't flutter or,
Dance in the breeze!
When nightingale sang sweetly,
Some lips didn't move or,
Hum in melody,
As light of joy engulfed in the,
Black holes of theocratic darkness!

Theocratic Darkness
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Octo-Reel (a short poem for quick reading and deep reflection)
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