My logic
was not a part of belief.
The answer you proffered is
not, what it was
supposed to be.
The question sits like a
butterfly on my chest.
It was a sham exercise
to wipe out the dirt from the eyes.
Life, death and the
unknowing are the failures
of man.
I am ready to repatriate
my end from the noose, for
not accepting the award.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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