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Satish Verma My soles are hurting.
Let's go timelessly,
following our back instincts.
Old values were changing
daily. A sense of
unease prevails. Want to make
a move. Something disturbs me.
Half-words―
acquire new meaning. And
sign language was becoming
a loud voice. You come to share
the waiting with me.
Something will happen.
In deep waters,
eyes will search the self-destruction
way. Why human existence was getting worse?
Choked to become
speechless. There was relaxed
ambiance of euphoria.
