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Hyperaesthesia
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Satish Verma Growing moon seeds
on palms? Where was moon?
A single thought shakes us both.
Who was under
surveillance? You generate your
own rains to wash the stains.
Who you love in dark
when stars sleep and night
birds come out for singing.
a friend is experiencing
a friend is experiencing hyperaesthesia now
' You generate your
own rains to wash the stains.' beautiful
dear Satish please invite fellow poets to join us here, including those
who have not yet penned a poem