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Self-Portrait
 
Life inside the doors―
mocks the nature.
Still life. Cup and Vase.

You lived for others
and died for me.
I become homeless.

In charity, the body
becomes water.
Gold sinks.

Very precious for me.
The hurts―
you gave me unasked.

By satishverma

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