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Jul 2019
You wanted to vend
the dignity of pain, crazed
by moon. Stars won't tell truth.


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What was your religion.
I ask the ocean of grief. You
will talk of man's fall.

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Faith flickers like candle
in wind. One day I collect
some footprints of light.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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