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Nov 2020
What you did not get,
was found at the bottom of sea.
Was it due to dance of swans?

You held me tight,
when the rains stopped.
A moon kissedspot still burns.

An intimate wound of
hard life, was not given by you? Then
who had kissed me in quiet departure?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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