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by Satish Verma Aug 9, 2018 category : Nature, environment / nature
Becoming scattered, the winged visitors in my chest. Is there a home- for sane thoughts in the jungle- of unthruths? How long I will continue my journey in search of grass?
by Blank
Very good poem, enjoyed reading it. Couldn't help but notice in the second stanza last line, is "thruths" suppose to be "truths"?