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Apr 2019
I whisper your name,
when breakers crash at shores.
The paper boat sinks.

The hunger was not
a new thing when sun sits,
backyard watching you.

Your smile plays trick.
White pearls sing in moon's ears
to tie golden knot.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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