You decide first-whom 
to blame? As if I am― 
on threshold of denial 
and anger. 
When to kill a polluter, 
who was deployed to― 
protect the virginity of blue ocean? 
The stealth fighter becomes a fake. 
They meet like polygamists 
exchanging the rings to remain 
unfaithful. The untested blood 
was a carrier. 
On the brink, comes the army 
of black ants, waking the lover 
in evening light. You should not 
stir. Greed will make the sleeper move.
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	satishverma (
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As my dad would say,
“Never disturb a sleeping snake”!
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