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Nov 2023
Never thought, you will
come nearer to me. When reality
fails, let me maneuver your amnesia.

Standing under the
hazel tree, I give you a call. It is
getting dark to reach home of the moon.

Nobody knows my tragedy.
When god was ready to take me away,
I said I have to kiss the red moon.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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