The giant pain was nameless.
Held captive in
tearless screaming.
I have come back in
my deserted home.
The sitting peace was unstable.
Never I will say,
I do, going outside the
accepted boundaries.
No honour killing.
Misfit for the slot, you were
making your own sky, where
you seek liberation
from twilight zones.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 18th, 2019 18:52
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
very interesting and thoroughly enjoyed... N
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