Pulsating Moods

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Satish Verma

Advent of strange 
sign on forehead was asking 
for the laughing eye. 

A cessation of 
botched therapy was a need. 
God was still alive. 

The birth pangs 
were becoming stronger 
with every fall of trust. 

The gravest thing 
was the love of moon. 
It keeps you smiling.

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