satishverma
Green Valley
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Your chair is unoccupied.
I am waiting for you to come.
You will not.
Why it happens? When
I touch you. You are not there.
A silent poem writes your name.
Untouchable was your
pain. An eagle hovers in blue sky
to pick up the child of death.
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