Take off the glasses and
look at it closely, the infant
universe of the ―
receding age.
I said, weapons should not
be allowed to speak, cheating
the all terrain of
humankind.
The legality has to be
defined to earn the daily
bread for impregnable
hunger.
Whatsoever, there was no
precedence to take the occult
into the homes of non-
committal voices.
You become the temple
without god, who was
waiting at the gate.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: February 17th, 2018 18:44
- Category: Nature
- Views: 11
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