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Satsih Verma
Poems
Aug 2017
Truism
Almost reached.
Your tongue slips;
Then you fall.
The cyclone,
develops an eye, to hit.
You become blind.
An outcastβ
became a star
in dark sky.
Why the elite,
of choice or exhibitβ
wants to wear rags?
#life
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