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It Never Happened

I was not afraid of legacy seeking out a collateral collapse of a fantasy. Raising the ante? I was prepared to meet the unknown in your chest. What came as a surprise in a white boat. I will never know of death. A pause, a stutter, sacrificing civility to open the door of the poor syllables. The secret will go in? the grave along with the famished poet. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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