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Theme: Life


I will accept 
the curse 
of acquisition.

You wear an epic 
on the fingers. 
I read a virgin. 

My shadow joins 
the moon at night. 
How tall were you? 

Hold my arm 
once. In terror 
I had kissed an old flame. 

Death will be 
my only landmark. 
My journey ends in your arms.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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