It was not dark
in a killing field.
A primitivism has prevailed
upon an intimate hate crime
for brand mnemonics.
A bronzed moon
will come out tonight.
The glances were missing
and you -
cannot see properly.
The blue bird
was nesting in a pink cloud,
when you were -,
less than half. Killed
but not raped.
Who rattles the montage?
Let the etiolation speak.
Blood was scarped off,
but the ornamental stealing
goes on.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: November 7th, 2015 23:23
- Category: Nature
- Views: 17
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