Nativity

I burn with muted flames

A slow

Change of state

Find me if you can, in this

Heap of things

Once shone bright

I am the lost planet of a

Dead star

No strings of longing

My solace is my

Carnage –

A bloodstorm of desire

Sorrow is not infinite, and

This hour of

Nativity is

Also, the hour of my end.

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Anant Dhavale