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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: August 02, 2013 23:08:45 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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When you were rolling in dust, 
a puritan said, truth was me. 
It was getting dark in Himalayas. 

Black words, black themes. 
You have started a journey in daylight 
in a hot desert of fear. 

Tormented, because of the heat 
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick. 
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks. 

Self-denial was hurting sometimes 
against copious rewards and generous handouts, 
like pinned on a totem. 

The happening must start 
with hidden promises of price.

Satish Verma
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