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Healed by Love
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Satish Verma When the words end.
heart speaks It was a farewell. You
were sowing and reaper was harvesting.
It was the stampede of
thoughts. An obedience of morbidity.
The malady wins, eyes half-shut
My every poem enters
in you. The fluorescent light is
thrown on mistletoes. Long kisses wait.
