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Satish Verma It was the last embrace
of creativity. I touch you to write a
fiction. Freedom comes with a slap.
Your life is in my poems.
Opens like a tulip. You make a
sweet voice, when you dip in me.
My threshold holds back
the agony, but toad stools jump to
sit on the mantle along with Buddha.
