I am not stopping by.
Day was crumbling
in flares of core issues.
I have set my thoughts
between the cries of victims.
Hearing the shots, invoke
the fire ritual, silencing
the guns. My journey starts
to bury the evil, but fails.
Again hear the foot steps
of unknown. Understand my
smallness, loneliness, my doubts.
Move ahead of truth, step
into a black hole and
drag out the light.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 20th, 2016 23:46
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Woe..very deep and great usage of words...I like it s lot!
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