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by Satish Verma Sep 25, 2020 category : Nature, environment / nature
Wearing the red bandanna, you tried to manipulate the bedrock. Life had been never the same for me. The ferry sinks the riding deity in midstream. In polytheism, I never had my own god. O the chemistry of love has changed. Meatless, my skiny arms, lift the sage of fallen moon in darkness. I am not ready to conclude as yet, my epic of fragmented truth. We were fighting the wars of lame lies. Who would spare me to become immortal in stones? Let us not start the annihilation of sane shadows in the poem.