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By: Satish Verma

Could not pack my sufferings
wounds were mine.
All there traumatized memories
unseen smut
hope was not my city
not a mirror
revelers had put on masks.

Seriphures were hanging
on ancient walls
sorrow leave finger prints on frames.

SATISH VERMA
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