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An intense, inward-looking poem, by Deeya, for Different Truths.
The whining noon
Eavesdrop on the dead shore
Of your eyes, it saunters on
The purring lips
The death of my cat
Is moon and madness to me?
The girl in satin
With auburn hair peanut eyes
Speaks the Inca tongue
I see death in her hair
Pinned to her nape
Helpless on knees begging for life.
An apprentice
Nestling innocence
Sturdy branches of struggling desires
Survives in this ocean of life.
©Deeya Dey Bhattacharya
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