16 lipca 2022
On Birthday
A rose on your name shines,
like a mural painting.
You had wanted
a deathless dying.
Does it happen to everyone?
Living on water,
still abrasive?
When you walked on the nails,
was it corrosive, like
acid on face?
I am visiting the death room
to start a vigil, like
a hummingbird gone mute.
And the lovebirds will show
no more the open affections.
The moon will heal the poem.
Hearth will keep on throwing
the crackling blaze.
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