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Strange Phenomena
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Satish Verma You did not give
space, for a random kiss.
Winter loss?
I will not find you
in spring. The buried roots
of a fallen tree, fail
to wake up.
Days pass dying.
A soft retreat from
commitments. Slow poisoning.
The empty house.
You should plow through the memories
of unlived in dreams.
There is no cue.
How will you bring sparrows
to breed on ventilators.
