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by Satish Verma Nov 17, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Blindfolded I groped, to cross the line? not to become carnivore. The gorge was deep. I turn cold. The echo of silence boomed in fatherless seeds of mercy. I will warn myself, and ask why was there transcendence, when the impulse was to hang? Thinking of truth was difficult. Your footsoles develop blisters. No home was in sight. Accepting the challenge you start searching the temples where deities were dismembered.