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by Satish Verma Sep 18, 2020
Nature, environment /
It was a marathon race of
timeline. The days are bound and shot.
How do I come to you to express
my grief of the country
In shouting and screaming,
there was no magic wand to invoke
peace. Your mouth opens
and shuts like the shell valves. The
scollops- words, swim in
sea of burials.
The seriality was unconscionable.
It falls short of a stroke.
The blood splits. A riot erupts
to wet the lips of curved razor.
The sun retreats, to let
the stars find their sky.