LIKE FLAVOUR OF FRUIT
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Kedarnath Singh
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like stars in the sky
fish in the water
oxygen in the air
in the same way on this earth
I
you
wind
death
mustard flowers
like the head of a matchstick
door of a house
boils on a back
flavour of fruit
in the same way . . .
in the same way . . .
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