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Satish Verma The hanged girls,
unraped?
Or the slit throats?
What your antennae are sensing?
Unlifting the veil,
why were you rubbing the
stones in dark?
Absent seizures.
You blink only, without
any response.
Print your body on the
canvas, with cracked
hands.
The cities are burning.
Throw the nets in the
river. You may
catch a prophet.
