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Across The Silence
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Satish Verma You failed me.
I have started learning
from myself.
The man-made world,
a culture of stinginess-
overtakes the ism.
Confronting the hawks -
you scramble over
the wet shoulders of wounded sex.
In hiding
your own exit rope;
are you thinking to end the solitary confinement?
I will wait
for the suffering to end -
and aurora to rise.
