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We Will Meet Again
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Satish Verma When jasmines sway,
a fling of scented air strikes your
face.The hymn to bouquet failed.
Syncretically-unspoken
words of love scream. A poem
was born to inhale the angst.
Someone calls you to come for
acid bath. The dusty body revolts.
Empirical vendetta reverts.
