In blood sport
you forget to die, disintegrating
though, cell by cell.
What an ambience─
of human nature?
You drag the carcass─
of mutations whole life.
Now, selling the virginity
for charity?
You build a castle─
of mud bricks as a tribute
to undying love─
for the poverty
of the saint, who had jumped
into the river.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Great write
Wonderful write my friend. People are very strange indeed! we need to check our self's .ww
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