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Law of causality was seeking answers from the rites of flowers. Why do a black powder and glass sharpnels interrupt the turnover of bliss, when I held the sacred lotus in my hand ? Somebody brings moon at halt. A loud explosion prepares the earth for penance, where we have come raising the bar. Apparently, a carnage will deluge the street with the blood of bystanders. The planet is dead today in the belly of violence. You catch me off the guard. All night I will go for vigil. Satish Verma

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