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Learning
Can you freeze the years?
Untrammeled mind?
Why lost in consoles, for
hurting odyssey?
Why we did not meet
in unhearing range?
Like the grassy lips
of silken stings?
A moon?
behind us the war machine
was walking.
Sunflowers had gone in a
beauty contest.
Tree lighting had begun.
Who was the night-sentry?
poem
by
Satish Verma
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