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Walking in Leafless Garden
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Satish Verma O narcissist, you hold on
to the last word of a lie. You had
kissed only the dust of stars.
Here, there where will be
you, if I give you a call of my dominion?
My jasmines are asking to bloom.
The legends are pouring in.
Time heals old wounds to make
new. My future always gets ready.
