Unfinished Script
Your hands were chopped off.
How will you write
the poem now ?
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Truth was-
an alloy. Need to mix some
lie in pure gold.
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Why did the
roses cry ? The saint was
not in the tomb.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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