Even a lizard―
stops and looks
at you intently.
How the things
have gone―
wrong without asking?
You bend like
a bow to read
illegible truth.
Scissors ponder,
what was the need
to cut the rose?
Satish Verma
stops and looks
at you intently.
How the things
have gone―
wrong without asking?
You bend like
a bow to read
illegible truth.
Scissors ponder,
what was the need
to cut the rose?
Satish Verma
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