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You Were Within Me
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Satish Verma Halving my agony
was a guffaw. The hero of poetry
becomes a king of mercy.
Tears have started drying
up on cheeks. Someone wants to steal
you from me. History of pain drops.
The pilgrim's bones stand
erect in the sliding mud of hate. The
vengeance will be a wreath of flowers.
