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Aug 2020
Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.

I never got enough
from you. The pain comes
between truths of life.

The anniversary comes
and goes I stand at beach
to see my ship wreck.
Written by
Satsih Verma
35
   Eshwara Prasad
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