Opening A Window

Satish Verma

You floundered. 
No god poems. 

You don't want to destroy the world. 

Doing the things. 
Lifting my words from― 
the falls. 

The implicit enemy 
was in between― 
the truths. 

Nothing belongs to you. 
Hence you don't lose the game.

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or maybe just reading between something - slc