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Satish Verma

Phobia. As it occurred. 
Earth was being spread 
on the tryst of man. 

You won't learn the 
life, wearing the veil of death. 
That will ditch the destiny. 

It was a big question. How to meet you? 

One's own beginning was 
transient. You will always 
imagine the end. 

How wrong world was, 
when you were stigmatized 
for saving the poems? 

Give me your fist not the hand. 
At least I am not going to be perished. 

Long live the Homo.