When the rage
will not find an exit.
Would you come to
share my grief?
*
We left our bones,
our souls behind;
to remind the word;
it was a booby-trap.
*
There was a gun debate
all the times. To kill
or not to kill the
fantasies in infancy.
Satish Verma
will not find an exit.
Would you come to
share my grief?
*
We left our bones,
our souls behind;
to remind the word;
it was a booby-trap.
*
There was a gun debate
all the times. To kill
or not to kill the
fantasies in infancy.
Satish Verma
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