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Satish Verma My words float in
air. Your pulse moves very fast like
chirping crickets. We must mate in metaphysics,
Half-truths prevail and rule.
O my god save me. I cannot swim
in the boiling river of melting mount.
How far is the peace?
After the terrible pain of questions
the actual comes and goes in tears.
