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Unyielding

Sexism was chasing a gibbous moon whole night. I ask the virtuous dark, will you be a hangman ? Targeted love was a bliss for a dying man. You need to walk on a fine line to attain the liberation. Despite the coveted prize, killing was more convenient. There hangs a tale, you cannot play the tune again. Without the hyphen, the other side becomes blue. A belief starts the tremors in the sleeves of a headless moon. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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