(5-6-1935 / )

What Atrocities?

Embracing the lust,
going for the absurdities,
my words will suffer.

What would you do,
if sun may be lying to me?
Moon was crying silently.

A big hole in neck.
Still I was breathing in dark
O god, now it will rain.

by Satish Verma

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