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In Trepidation

It was in reach for, a chilling sensation. A flame of the moon. The world shrinks. You become ready for the direst consequences. You deserve to be hurt in the arms of truancy, without a trace of remorse. The wounded breast. It wanted to disappear? and come back in dark. Frozen, the repeat hymn. It lives in my heart. How can I forget you, O, my tormentor ! Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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