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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: March 14, 2014 01:03:47 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The tears have washed my sins. 
Taming the dead, 
I start a vivisection 
of myths. 

I take an impromptu walk, 
go inside my weaker self, 
abandon the pretention 
and come face to face with the fear. 

No portrait, no symbol, 
no map was needed. 
I was going to open a locked attic 
to liberate the imprisoned past. 

O colossus, 
O my golden bird, 
my sun baked grief has ripened 
in ruins of desires. I am free.

Satish Verma
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