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Satish Verma Like a planet you
are orbiting the black hole.
I become my enemy.
There was no life
left. Milky way wants the
journey to continue.
Disinherited. My
baby pains were chained.
I will not rescue the truths.
It was unasked
insult of artifacts. The hypocrisy
made the face ugly.
The world stops,
when you think of me to make
the replica of rebirth.
