satishverma
You Live In Sorrow
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Is it futile to count
the tears of falling stars? Things
are slipping from my hands.
At night I talk with moon
and ask what was your game.
Trees look at me.
Lifeless, the sun hides.
It is raining again in poverty.
The words have lost meanings.
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