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It was a fake time,
moon will not rise.
Words were afloat
on junk dna.
A stonefaced pseudonym
dies point-blank.
The surprise, the speed
was not on our radar.
The ravenous siblings
now asleep on walls.
Naive or disingenuous.
A sitting Buddha will decide.
poem
by
Satish Verma
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