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A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now
by Satish Verma
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  Walk with me, till moon rises 
on the griefs of the dark, 
and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries. 

On the erected dome 
when the golden leaves start a flame 
which throws up an image of a prophet. 

My nightingale was giving a call 
of a very sad tune, on the death of peacocks - 
but for the poisoned feed, they were dancing. 

A green pride has no ambition now, 
roses were wilting. 
Fever was rising in the roots. 

Do not give it to me, my award. 
Could I have shut up like a fame 
when my house was being ransacked?
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November 24, 2011
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