Star Struck

i, thirst for nudging
the butter lamp to peep inside
the dark of a Shiva crater
of human suffering,

between your pain and my blood
there was ancient history,
where will you go now, no
light has touched you so far

the moon takes a bath inside
a sleeping volcano of perfect
aches, staring in the sad eyes
of a fauna

brace your window and taste
your memory, lift the quivering hands
to welcome the blank pages
of future

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