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Satish Verma
June 5, 1935
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Calling back, the snatcher.
After the outrage,
Eros was on run.
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The lyrics melt
on lips. Moon will
not tell the wind.
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A sparrow sits at window sill
when I am thinking
and looks straight into my eyes.
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