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Living Dangerously

A moon interrupted; riles the social class. A native sense comes of age. Piercing stare becomes rarefied, unbuttons the peaks and kills you with a mallet. The scared mask falls off the divine embrace, lets free the pigeons from the golden cage. The forked tongue will speak only truth. Blood was the only stain, washed easily. I will get the tan in moonlight only. My scars will remain invisible in silver. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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