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Voiceless Prayers
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Satish Verma Hazy thoughts and half-
words were going to make the landscape
of static deities. You are with yourself.
Excuse me for climbing
on clouds. Ah, the dictionary of stars
was not explaining the truth of slayed tomorrow.
In the smile of the mannequin
the unborn love of brown eyes was
trying to make a perfect god.
