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Satish Verma A single line,
undefined, hangs
to make your life vulnerable.
The drifting starts.
You fumble for the right―
text,
to convey the urgency
of a moratorium. The
dew on the grass,
was not ready to
accept the rainbow of
false promises.
Flat refusal comes
from the deprived homes.
The poverty has become a sin.
The elegant procession
of the king was throwing
dust in our eyes.
