Nowheres
Attending to my laments,
reading a poem to myself
I could not foresee an incoming missile.
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How could you change the world
when a black and white magpie
writes the script of life ?
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A god once told me
in whispers, he wants to
die in the shadeless sun.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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