There was nothing left
to say, after the great
decline of humanity.
Knowing yourself,
watching without any action.
Then who triggered the quake?
A little candle in storm.
But the selfish man will
not keep a date.
Migration will
continue towards the edge.
You were not there in my verse, today.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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