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System
by Satish Verma
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  It was a fractured miscarriage.
The system groaned like a huge cow.
We milked her till human thirst chopped the teats.
I belong to no glamour, my faults burn like classics.

Total freedom will come when I am through.
The dates creep under the skin,
I faint,
The tiny minims shine on my lips.
The symbols crash. 

I and my shadow bubbling with the smell of poems,
I come back to arguments.
To justify the Armageddon of first and last love.
How could it happen?

The fear has death, as a lover.
I sleep with it every night.
The demolition of memory,
it sweats like a black cloud.
There is no religion in desires,
choiceless destruction of each dawn. 

 
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