The coming again―
of a submerged face
in silence. No black magic.
No dreaming, no moon.
We grieve together. How
many out fingers were lost?
Just like this I am
sure. It was not
any cognitive impairment.
I want to forget
myself. A revelation
has pulled me out from
burning pyre.
Satish Verma
of a submerged face
in silence. No black magic.
No dreaming, no moon.
We grieve together. How
many out fingers were lost?
Just like this I am
sure. It was not
any cognitive impairment.
I want to forget
myself. A revelation
has pulled me out from
burning pyre.
Satish Verma
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