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Satish Verma For me the future will
not come. After the assassination no
pain was left. Blood had many debts to pay.
Not day all night, I was
knitting a sweater for the moon ,who
had been singing for me.
Flowering of the pangs explodes.
Creation of a new epic begins. After
my fingers always draw question marks.
Your customary skill with
Your customary skill with this form and these phrases is highly evident in this poem.
J-Called