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by Satish Verma Feb 15, 2021 category : Nature, environment / nature
Unstitch my memories, I have come home, My bag was full of worries. How will I spread my age? An old man reading the palms? cannot find the glasses. After a mutiny, nothing was left of a hissing pyramid. Tell me the shape of tomorrow to come. In dark I have to bury my name.