Template set,
I will become my
own enemy.
Fragility of the world,
you live in. A river
drinks its own water and
becomes sick.
Between ‘I' and me,
it were you, who was supposed
to read a dossier of
my faults.
Will somebody
terminate my ethics and
give me a spatial euthanasia?
The humanity reads
to know the creation
of god from nothingness.
Who was going to
dig the grave?
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Author:
satishverma (
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