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There was no end to looking inside.
I was crumbling...
Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me.
The wasted questions of revival.
A depleted dawn of a failed sun?
A river war between two hills for a moon?
Time to ask motor neurons,
why night had failed at ending? 
 

26-Aug-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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