To find a safe god 
he traveled inside the books 
to develop the tradecraft of winning the world. 
Fog squinted from the sky 
and elite sun waited in the lobby. 
Steel-pellets, flesh and body parts will follow, 
to nip the blood. A door is flung open 
for a pat-down. You understand the philosophy 
of revenge? Take back the hundred lives 
for a nail cut. A bewitching smile 
and tantalizing fragrance of a bomb 
makes a lethal mix. 
From where to where we have come. 
The scarved beauty and secret love; 
some rare vision was giving the push.
Satish Verma
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