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by Satish Verma Dec 9, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
I don't recognize you, after giving a pause to poem. It was an eerie accident. I don't own my body, and you don't own your tears. With solemnity, I place my book, on the road going nowhere. To be read by the sun. You buy the words I sell the silence. The hyphens wail. Cost rises.