An ascetic dies in a shoe 
spilling blood. 
A surreal moon 
wants to investigate – 
a sectarian divide of 
fraudulent sky. 
And you want to be buried 
under rose petals – 
courting controversies 
to clean the polluted river. 
A lifeboat was needed 
to take you for a quiz – 
singing national anthem. 
Emblematic, 
You were sharpening 
your nails.
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- Published: November 8th, 2015 22:52
- Category: Nature
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