When The Sun Was Born? Poem by Satish Verma
When The Sun Was Born?
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I was living inside me.
How long, the end would come
one day? In the dark there was no paper, no pen.
The quality of ascent
is failing. Inch by inch blood is diluting.
Living will be a rarer event.
Is it possible, you
can throw a death in the eyes of
weeping moon for bargaining?
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12/18/2025 8:17:07 AM # 1.0.0
the end would come one day.! can throw a death in the eyes of weeping moon for bargaining? Wonderful lines!