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The Storm In Sea
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Satish Verma Why are you in snow-clad
to see the talking of flowers. The present
time has become revengeful.
Let the darkness come in.
You will search the light in the eyes
of flying, blind golden eagles.
I am not in a hurry to
meet the end. I have to clear a lot
of debts out of the blue. Let the judgment start.
