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O Love
by Satish Verma
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  You tend to ostracize the apparition 
setting the real culprit free. It does not matter 
to pretend now, a damaged house 
has become a burden. 

Who was playing the enmity card? 
Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting 
the deceit of a parrot flower. Your past 
had become the shackles, not the road map 
of family. 

An enormous hate was buried in your trees. 
O death-trap, the bees will not come to your 
flowers. Your gifts are lying around me 
unattended. I will ask no more any pardon. 

The moon has walked away. My sky 
was unanswerable. The theater will play 
another star-crossed brand names. 
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December 16, 2010
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