Studies Of LandA Poem by Satish VermaIt was not true, Truvia. The seed leaves
It was not true,
Truvia. The seed leaves are not true leaves. Ifs and whys were not relevant, when you become mute. This country was never― at war with itself. The salt lake had dried up. Two little girls hang from a smiling tree. Dreams are incredible. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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