Weeping Is An Art Poem by Satish Verma
Weeping Is An Art
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To save lives.
No, nothing is liked. No lounger
relaxes the mind. Time is heavy.
The rulers are changing.
I am your eyes. You want them to shut down.
We cannot find any old pain.
What you were searching
in ash? No name plate will come.
When you freeze, I burn. No miracle will help.
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8/30/2026 3:26:04 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
No name plate will come. When you freeze.....the undeniable truth!