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by Satish Verma Aug 21, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Half your young age, violence comes in choppers, to avenge on the solemn moon? for a long night. It sucks, day and night. The assassination draws the blood tears, unwashed, from the sunny plasma. The crotch was saboteur. Pure love had become an echo of hemlock. Your lips were blowing blue. It was terrible trauma of believing in your religion. Truth will not rise? from the dead. The perfect U-turn. A dead poem turns into dew on your eyes. I am singing again.