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Satish Verma It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
In this immoral
world, why someone died
laughing?
This is not true.
Nobody wants to be honored
after the death of unknown.
You become a child,
after the murder of sepia night
for the sake of moon.
It was like a
trail of the trembling comet,
when the god cried.
