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Puzzling
Folder:
Satish Verma You toppled the invisible
burning the unburied buttons
joining the history of names.
Will I be able to communicate
with straw to find out the age
of the unarrived seeds?
There is too much violence in
green blood. The broken tooth
bled to death of a truth. The
oratory was becoming a weapon
to break your mirrors. Will there
ever be peace to flying guests?
A service should be rendered
to the poem who burned like a
candlelight in the stormy night.
