The poster boy
was a blind hunter
waiting for the blast.
The salt mausoleum
melts in moonlight
white as a sand.
A mofussil background
will search the estranged
words of childhood.
Like a hostage held
for the return of holy book
written in blood letters.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2019 20:50
- Category: Nature
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