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Satish Verma Give me the night vision
under the sandstone and the ravaged candle
White tiger will not come out.
Who points the finger to
sea? The migrant doesn't want a refuge
in fire. Father looks from the sky.
It is hot, it is hot.
Do you need a drink in the
cup of moon ? Tears hang in the green eyes.
