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Nov 2023
Today I wept. It was
not my pain. Was it a right to ******?
If you were me, would you stand on the pyre?

Unequivocal, someone
commits suicide. The swaying body
tells the history of home.

Vultures are sitting in
a group. Why one has died because
of the debt? God would pay off?
Written by
Satsih Verma
118
   Vishal Pant
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