There should not have been 
any question marks on your 
forehead. I am afraid― 
you were becoming very typical.. 
Have you understood― 
the meaning of life? There were 
no clear answers from 
your signs. 
Weather was very unstable. 
Remaining just private, I was 
hiding you in my tears. 
O my truth, what was my first lie? 
Night will not throw any 
shadows. I will wait for the moon 
to rise. This ugly earth may look 
beautiful. Did you paint― 
your body with colors of fall? 
Every leaf becomes my poem.
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	satishverma (
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