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By the moon I drink you again. The night is trembling; ruffles the colossal tears. The terrible ache of the illegitimate mercy. I am not accepting any poem half-dead under my pen. The invisible force, bribing the tears was a grace uncalled for. I am going to forget the date of my cessation. It was a false peace of the womb. There was no banality in sending the message. Death has no other name. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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