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Satish Verma The pain of absence
rises, when there
was no conspiracy.
I will have you
in perfume of silence.
Lips drag the pen
on paper I allow myself
to be cheated.
What was your
motive to put on the light.
I was searching myself
in dark.
Inhale me in
water of life. My boat
was sinking.
Thoughts become
criminal. I never wanted
to erase myself.
