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Oct 2020
I suffered like
you. Tell me why you were
destroying yourself?

Why does the black
death wears white gown? Who
had said Om Shanti Om Shanti?

O my country, where
the love has gone? I am
stitching the wounds daily.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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