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Feb 5
When I was laughing,
I lost my poems. After the iron grip of
venom and fangs there was revelation.

Are you a good listener?
Great poets are on the return. My
thumb prints the key to open the mausoleum.

Will you see the truth
of ****** of a prayer and the questioner
comes to know the flowing blood.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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   Miracle Beyond Me
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