The insider,
of a windowless room
outreaches a gun.
A signature assault
nips at your heels
in revenge.
Mind in a rubber sac,
in search of─
a real country.
A balloon thought,
soars high, towards infinity,
to snoop at the god.
You should have
myriad tears, for the
fallen, *Black Beauty from unknown.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2017 22:48
- Category: Nature
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