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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: October 19, 2012 23:10:55 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Category: Inspirational Add To Favorites | Text Only
In search of peace
the free hand was inflicting casualities.
The kids were buried like insects in a rubble.

Step by step in speculation
the streets were livid with rustic murals
of splintered blood on walls.

The foxgloves had lobbed rockets
on tall heads. Beleaguered
eyes nailed to fire.

I am watching you my art,
to witness the agony of man.
Burn, burn my cupped hands with snatched words.

Satish Verma
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