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Against Thoughts
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by Satish Verma
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The lake was drying up
touching raw nerves.
Epicenter of violence was standing
on gun powder-
nursing charity groups
which were spewing hot lava.
This war was different, wearing masks
played by gloved hands.
The face in the crowd
was twisting the knobs of nuclear doors.
A tender haze over the winter
of relationship. The stones were smiling.
The dance of the road, I am the lone
survivor of genocide to witness
the romance of death, the nameless
liberation.
Can you negate this matrix? This fall
of becoming? I smear the ashes
on forehead of history and squander
my poems.
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May 17 ,2011
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