satishverma
What We Are?
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Barefoot you come to
collect the roses, to divide the pain.
An altered ego had brought pink wounds.
One road goes to a funeral
ground, other to a temple without
any deity. What path will you take?
There was no ceremony
to remember the panlove or a holocaust.
I want a shoulder to carry my broken bones.
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