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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: December 20, 2012 22:12:21 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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They brought back saddle 
without the warrior. 
Wrinkled eyes of a broken mother 
frozen with tears, pick up the pieces of carpet 
woven with blood. 

Lotuses are disappearing 
from the serene lake; migrated to seeds. 
There are no visitors. 

Who was losing the battle? 
Have not you heard about militancy 
and mutilated god? We gave him 
our sons and daughters, still he was hungry. 

The mankind celebrates the decline, 
mourning hills, 
dances with the bones of ancestors.

Satish Verma
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