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Sunday, October 13, 2019

Restive

I couldn't write anything
No, couldn't write any new poem for you.
It was more than 24 hours.
I know.
You wait for me
When the new poem would come?
You become restless
Like me
When she would write?
When I will read?
When?
I know.
You don't have to tell me
I know
You become restive
Like me.

Lucknow, India

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