satishverma
Unroofed
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It haunts. 
You still want to see the―
beheading, piecemeal
in borderless pain.
The war had defrauded my life.
An unsoiled moon
was taking depressed steps tonight.
Faith healing had stopped.
Floaters swim again in view.
A forbidden place.
You do not want to visit the
Blood-soaked turf.
Darkness enters
the poem.
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