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Mar 2018
Visible
of invisible blues―

the hesitancy
to shut the door.

I speak for
myself in haze

reaching heights
and deep sea.

The mother in
child weeps;

when we will
meet father?

Insufficiency
brings the split.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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