Theme: Life

Dirt Roads

by Satish Verma
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It was a mediocre crowd. 
You wanted to touch
unblemished, 
ordinary thing. 

After he was drunk 
he threw the blanket 
and started
a hate crime. 

There was dark smoke 
without fire. You can draw 
a frame around the singed face. 
I will not taste the blood. 

The death will come again 
to find the lover, after he 
jumped from the bridge. There 
were thousand ways to seek revenge.

01-May-2013

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