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by Satish Verma Feb 8, 2020
Nature, environment /
Let us sit in shared light
and talk about the cove.
You take the call of a cuckoo,
and start trembling in blues.
You may sing without moving the lips
but this song is mine.
Why do you want to take your-
own life, in the drag race of bazaar?
Colors will hack you to death.
Don't climb the stairway to fame.
It was renaissance. The severed
hand was writing a letter of gratitude.