satishverma
My Invisible Woes
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When you undress before
yourself, a smell of the presence
spreads. The cow was on fire.
The panther will not
move. Scars would not bleed but pain
persists. Fear and anxieties wash.
I need quietness. Howling
of wolves stops. I am blue drunk.
White papers will not spit.
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