satishverma
Waves
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In the forlorn-hope the
ash on forehead, sacrificing my
pain, I will find my poem.
To stop the killing of
my land. In my chest lives a small
Buddha. You went a little too far.
To heal the scourging
bruises. Why do you lower the watch?
Earth has many enemies waiting.
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