For ethnicity
draped in gasoline
you burn the sky.
Who was fighting a
jungle abandoning
every thought?
Step aside,
mirror, Oh mirror,
I am going up in heap of flames.
This self-annihilation.
Will it take you to
promised heaven of deaf gods?
The dust, the heat, the soot.
They are going to blacken your
entrals. How will you come out in moon?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2016 22:45
- Category: Nature
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