Omar-2

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Satish Verma

Give me something to chew, 
a savage numbness 
is engulfing my brain. 
Water level was rising 
and the time of rented happiness 
was over. 

Pheromones were showing true likeness 
in hate, 
violence was brilliantly portrayed 
and death was hideous. 

Attachedment assumes a blast, 
stares me in empty eyes, 
hurling silence with invisible force. 

Give me something to drink 
like moonlight. It is very hot here. 
I am walking downhill 
to roll back the rock.