satishverma
Open Wounds
Category: /General/
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You were asking a pound
of flesh. What kind of love it was-
to burn the sky at dusk?
In corridors, power
releases honeybees. Rains were
asked to stop in jars.
Scapegoats run toward
the fire of jungle. Himalayas are
falling in deep sea.
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