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Satish Verma Winter topples the
sting
of muddled tongue.
The bottle
breaks the stasis
of eye.
I cede the smile
of history.
Somebody has left the home.
I become my enemy
in dark
for the acid taste of truth.
The moon
had the malignant stain.
My shirt has become dirty.
O god,
I never believed in you
nor in your ugly world!
Objectivity
is a myth, subjectivity is a mistake - it shifts in search of something perectly concrete or totally elusive. Well composed ~Stella~
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