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Satish Verma In eternal quest
of peace I will find you one―
day in flowing tears.
Doors are reticent.
Blue stars were melting. Poverty
will take the back seat.
I promised you, I
will never hurt you even
in my wild dreams.
Take my hand to stop
the tremors of earth. The moon
was dying on naked beach.
