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Dying Screams
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by Satish Verma |
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Shall we go like innocents with heavy
breathing in the pool of blood to find
the inner connectivity of a boldly beautiful
death? In the open pit of an ancient gold mine?
There was a loss of hidden dance, in the
cancer striken human chain, chiseled on the
grey walls of history. The artifacts stolen, even
the ankle-bells of a toddler had gone up for a sale.
A visual oval gives a liable comment. A
flame nauseates a baby doll. The yellow hornbill
puts up a fight for the sake of memories.
There is a huge silence of the rocks, moaning inwardly
None of me was a god. A simple slum’s promised
dream. Hungry roads will lead to a ruined temple.
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April 14, 2011 |
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