Today I am drunk with pain due to fragility
of reason.
Ungrateful city has defeated me.
I do not want any help
One piercing of morality is sufficient
to kill the portrait.
I have promised myself to commit my
hunger for a flame
which should burn probing the pickled
bones.
the kindness is tied to a smell of terrible
prophecies.
First pray for sanity and then smash
the book.
I will be trembling throughout the night.
Satish Verma
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2014 23:42
- Category: Unclassified
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