Nova
By Megha R Manikkoth
The tears I held back,
The words you held back,
Were the ones filled with the warmth
Of thousand suns.
Enough stars to create,
A whole new universe.
But Hades comes knocking,
Even on stars.
I see myself hanging,
It clutches my throat,
Until I lose my breath,
Until you fall off the endurance.
By Megha R Manikkoth

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