satishverma
What You Are?
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In a shroud of mist, 
the fullness of thoughts shivers.
Don't give me any quiz.
Inpoisoned angst,
I climb a tree of inquiry.
There were no answers.
You come prudently on
toes to catch the ripples of
the transient questions.
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