prasanna satapathy Poems

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You sat there on the pile of wood,
Smeared in vermillion,
As if waiting to be carried over the threshold
Like a newlywed bride,
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2.
Fear

I hide behind stone eyes,
Afraid that my cold heart will melt
Under the silent questions your lifeless eyes.

As life drains out of you inch by inch
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