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Satish Verma When you would not be there
where I was, my fingers will twist
like questionmarks
not getting any answer.
Baby talks were increasing.
Time to leave this planet. There
was no death. We move from
breath to breath.
Sleeping without blinking,
dreamless, with hope, to
resuscitate the dawn.
Who will keep the fire
burning? You have not kept
the promise to come back.
King of stones, don't throw
the black statues in river.
Water was red and palms were
burning.
