Silent dialogues,
had given me
a new lease of life.
The discussion between
two mute observers to explore,
who was animal
and who was god.
Take me once,
I am writing my life story,
standing before a crumbling
wall of weeping stones.
Tilting minarets and
rising domes, under the burning
skies engage me. I just
wanted to be human being.
Who wants to swallow
the flames? On virgin legs
you move to find the absolute truth.
A cold-blooded murder comes in view.
There was no witness.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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