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by Satish Verma Apr 14, 2019 category : Nature, environment / nature
There was too much, violence in the house. I walk through the pathways? of divided family. As if waylaid by the thugs. I am stranded bereft of? all my achievements, fixating at withdrawl. The menu alters. I go hungry. The toothache persists. Life is still.The vision seethes without wings. Pulsating silence. There is no voice. Like mannequins, we dance without geniality. The master is nowhere. Who was pulling the strings?