All the hidden wounds in the world,

Are increasing inflammation.

Some day, shining like diamond.

Some day, burning like silica.

One Moon.....

One me......

With snow covered silent path,

In winter nights

I count invisible stars.

So I want to mould the clay in hand

Like a cup to drink tea in it.

By Monalisa Parida

From: India

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