Let my mirror
Be destroyed
At a time when
Moon seems like
A maiden demon
Religion spirals
The villages
Like a gigantic serpent
Can you wipe out
The bloodstains
On the cloth of time
Where arrow means
Feathers of pigeon
Where frustrations fill
The gaps of desires
Silent prayers are being made
For infeasible wants
You speak high
When others are deaf
Sunflower sings
Song of sorrow
O reader
Gaze me
And
Read me
My image
Destroys
Itself
While you go on
Reading me
Letter by letter
Word by word
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