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Apr 2020
When the divinity
lived in you, I scrambled
to touch blue moon.

Sitting near a
sepulcher, I dreamed of
inhuman deaths.

Will my generation
give heart rending tip-off
to this doomed world?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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       Sukanya Sinha Roy and Imran Islam
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