5 october 2021
Not Your Doings
A solemn moon
talking to hills,
plunged in pain of tainted love.
I steer quietly out
of this queasiness, did't want
to accept the risqué.
A spider was climbing
on a wall to weave
a sticky web for a baby face.
Like an aspen leaf
you tremble in even a slight
breeze of a beautiful thought.
The garden lizard
changes the color. Who was responsible
for the ruins of temples
and mosques?
Let me talk to the god, the god
standing at my door
engaging the harvest moon.
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