Come, become my mirror to read the backward. Script 
wards have failed me. 
The sea is turbulent 
and I am laying flowers at your feet. 
What was is your eyes 
unfathomable like a da Vinci? 
Hold my trembling hands 
I am going to dropp the gems. 
Nobody will agree with me 
there was a face on the wall. 
Bare as the night moon of October 
I have undone my beliefs. 
A loincloth was sufficient to hide the birth. 
Ceremony has begun to knead the lies. 
Use your death as the furnace of life 
where knives are sharpened to start the healing. 
A stranger has come as the guest of the house 
answers should not insult any question.
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	satishverma (
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