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Satish Verma Can you come like
a violet stream tonight?
I will keep the window ajar.
Blue rain-would
wait for you to
sing the parting melody.
Why you did it
to me in dark, when a
spark was burning the virgin grass.
I will wipe away
the tears of roses. The
yellow vase had broken.
My pain was
very deep, fathomless.
You will not find the floor.
Do me a favour today.
Don't cry.
