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Of Heaven Aside
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Satish Verma The intimate god,
versus the body of slain faith,
was not ready to bring in the rains.
What quality was the substance
in shadows, while you were
reigniting the inquest?
The space was shrinking
noiselessly. The nest―
was crowded. You would not
place your frame on the wall.
This happened, which
was, not supposed to happen.
The eyes don't blink.
You are looking straight in the
glass of elegy. Why coming and going
of a name should affect the masses?
