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by Satish Verma Jul 21, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
For feeding a false tree of life, beheading a god was becoming a passion. Snubbing the checks and bruises, you love to be alone in a mad crowd. As if to be ready for disintegration, you walk in pain. Astounded earth starts shaking. In unwholeness, the lamps become dark. The bones were visible without light. You want to run with a comet, away from sun in coldness of frozen smiles. Don't drag my shadow. I am fixed like a legacy.