Sometimes I feel where I am
sometimes I fail.I love the leaves
I love you.The dark cloud touches me
the pale smoke too.Death
stands in front of me.
The swollen feet of Suka Dehuri
covers my thought.I forget all
as fire in the loins glow.
My ‘complex’ withers
when I stand before you
and you undress or silently allow me.
The sun is dear but the moon no less.
You are near but life no less.
Death everywhere and life nearby.
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