oh my god!
where have you gone?
have you been exiled?
all alone is the moon
loosing its jewelery of stars,
no signs of the dark night's end,
no signs of a far away wind,
no feeble music of the nocturnal beasts,
my mind is out of poetry,
my pen too is out of ink,
memories of her final moan
is only what i hear,
what else is up to me next?
your so called secret of creation
kills me above all!
you alone- seem
to be my only enemy...
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