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Splitting the night
Folder:
Satish Verma Pillage started,
when there were anti-answers.
The trapped light-
wanted to be
released,
from brutalism.
When you were
nearly drowned,
in the multitude of questions,
joining the palms,
you collect the moments
of solitude.
You drop a key
in the ocean.
Its imprint swims
to the other side of shore.
You felt lonely
stars said, it is time for us to leave.
