Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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Halt thy ascent on the granite sky
Stem thy hand shooing the sun
Let the crimson of my wounds
Bleed more on the far horizon
Let it seep on into the sunset
For my heart keens.
In the darkness of the eventide
Leave me be, let me be alone
Under the gazillions of stars
They twinkle, craving to touch
My wounded self that rests,
For my soul hurts.
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