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All I Unread
I unwrite a song
for she,
a gratis homage.
Questioning imperils
the sky,
clouds would not weep.
A cover-up comes to quote
scriptures
the meaning of deployment.
Was I feeling smug after
counting
the pages of unread death?
poem
by
Satish Verma
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