You flock to a set trap.
A bubble.
Midnight: with pain
and anger, when a real and virtual drama
unfolds.
Mercy waits.
Meditating: still
like a Buddha, a moon was
watching you.
Watching you,
a moon, like a Buddha:
still, meditating.
Innocence versus
ignorance. A mob impaled
on the doorstep of future,
unsure, but agitated.
Life demands a full beheading.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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