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by Satish Verma Aug 10, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Standing alone in darkness of stairwell searching light. You were not immortal I had lost my speech in my pain's birth. Why it had to happen, altering the genes of unborn progeny? I miss my divine peace. You say nothing. Space between nights shrinks. We were scared. Sun was hiding. I re-send my prayer. Never pick the meaning.