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Satish Verma
June 5, 1935
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Smokeless Incense
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Sometime in wordless
prayer, a moon was trapped,
Eerily the neck breaks.
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Everyday you were
moving away like sun from
all my being exiled.
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You don't say goodbye.
Seared, I will hear the hissing
sound of blue flames.
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