No more partisanship
with hatchet.
Better if you come like
a scorpion to give a taste.
You can hang the darkness
of space―
daring the sun.
Gone blank. This was
a self-inflicted wound to
attain liberation.
No use to remain deeply
flawed in the jaws
of a croc.
Once, high you sail, for
resurrection, faith
tumbles down very fast.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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