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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: November 05, 2013 22:11:00 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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You know I do not hope 
any intermission, 
between life and death. 
My path goes nowhere. 

A hiatus between the mirrors has questions. 
From childhood I was always 
floating between the meanings 
of lessons unknown. 
I longed for straight humilities. 

Present redeems the past. 
Each sound leaves an echo 
and has-been becomes the shrine of peace. 

ad infinitum I will wait 
for the primitive blood 
to reappear, the truth of 
midnight sin.

Satish Verma
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