Breakthough

satishverma

Take a call and bring
the upside down.
The desire becomes supreme.

Are you going to redeem
for the lost empire?
A musk deer will start

the scent-marking.
This was the price of
insecurity in the mob.

Unhook the wounds.
Life will give you
a new pretext to die.

It was an ordinary name.
No prefix and no frills.
You were ready to become anonymous.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2015 22:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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