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by Satish Verma Nov 20, 2019 category : Nature, environment / nature
I would not understand your fabric, when you come wearing only smile. The politics of life was beyond my poetry. I only have the words as my wealth. No other assets. I wanted more space between the black holes. My earth needs a rebirth. I am very lonely. Poison poems. You always sparred with a family of weighting heights, which could not touch the sky. A series of serial killers, were ready to begin the assault on the tossing daffodils, deaf, dumb and blind.