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Theme: Life


Was that a robot claiming friendship with the relics of past?
Or a quirk of a raw nerve conversing with history:
and we will wait for centuries to build a new scream
under the pale moon in wingless night.
Whispering sex to flowers,
bees scrambled over the skin of wooly leaves.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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