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Orgy Of Pain
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Satish Verma There should not have been
any question marks on your
forehead. I am afraid―
you were becoming very typical..
Have you understood―
the meaning of life? There were
no clear answers from
your signs.
Weather was very unstable.
Remaining just private, I was
hiding you in my tears.
O my truth, what was my first lie?
Night will not throw any
shadows. I will wait for the moon
to rise. This ugly earth may look
beautiful. Did you paint―
your body with colors of fall?
Every leaf becomes my poem.
