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
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