Cutting across the food wars 
against adamant century 
do you think we will become extinct in this 
uncool climate? 
The dying windows do not throw any light. 
I fear in dark alone. 
The earthworms are nibbling 
at history of mankind. 
wearing the ash of dead rivers. 
Between the same words 
god disappears 
and what is left is the image of broken 
violins. 
Why don’t you set the birds free 
and break the cage of knowledge? 
The searing heat of arguments 
will find the golden silence.
Satish Verma
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