When light will not
enter the cove,
water breaks in.
He jumped to death
with his book in his hands.
The silence starts speaking.
What was this brand
of homegrown belief?
Truth has been punished.
How big was the murder?
Realization comes very late.
The path to violence-
was through god. The
somatic victory gets
a gruesome reward.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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