I will start a lot of questions for me
in the dialect of hurling Molotov cocktails that
how many names of God are a valid
my poor spelling the truth of the past?
I began gnawing a bit 'to
and save some seeds for my children,
Printing hurts and starts a journey to an unknown.
The debate will never end in the interests of
The poet in me many many avatars.
A self-starting to look for 'Scale
the tower into a dark conspiracy of silence.
The night he lost a Mozart.The
Magic will not play anymore.
Satish Verma
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