Theme: Life

Random Sin

by Satish Verma
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In pinnate physicals, the thing, 
moves like a stark terror 
savagely. A primal fear 

takes over, because dead don’t 
speak. The bullet had passed 
through chest. Mutiny of dumb 

dandelions, lipless voices in the 
sea of madness. Search for a missing 
truth begins. The mass grave 

contains the dried bones of renegades. 
You remember the promise? Who said 
we will end the war? 

Listen, he bows his head, before 
the trespassing starts to kidnap the 
bed. Jealousy kills the snakes.

12-Apr-2011

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