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by Satish Verma Oct 16, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Unlearning my life, you ought to become a poet in the dominion of words. Wade the cool waters. Your concepts become clear I will give you a call from the boat in deep sea. Ah, this was embryonic pain to bear the rape of truth. This poverty's debt will never be paid back. Too far, the horizon sinks in the arms of moon. The condensed tears will? read their own story. The contours of broken life will change.