The Celestial Affair


Be grace,
and read my graphic
timeline to find
your dots.

Ghostly spiritual, when―
you were admiring
the flesh eaters.

From where to where
the sperms have reached
on sand hills.
Death gets the price.

Very exhausting it
was, to maintain the relationship
with laws of nature.

You were waiting
in vain, to happen. The other
moon never materializes.

Your lightlong smile
guides me in dark.

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