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Why? Why?
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Satish Verma Can you take on the sparks
and swallow the flames of hurt eyes?
Every tearhas shape of its own.
A late poem picks up the
smoke of infinity.The house of love
burns slowly. Moon reflects on black wall.
Fingernails were turning
pale.There is no blood to draw. Nobody
wants to go, but end waits.
