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Bareland

It plays tricks. Rattles the animal, inside you. Back to back, you start giving names. It had happened? under his watch. Opuntia. It spreads like a cobra head. Prickly fruits. Represents death and bones. How the people believe you, when I am thirsty, I wanted blood. The skin becomes black. Stones shine in sun. You extend the hand to touch the mirage. No water. The black bucks turn around. Somebody shoots them between the eyes. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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