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Breaking Black And White
Folder:
Satish Verma Bending the truth,
you return back to your home,
separated by a―
monologue of lie.
When do we become human,
collecting the firewood, to burn
the wax houses, lifting the sky
to fall from heights?
It was a rare glimpse―
of the running limbs,
in unison, when the rains arrived
in the long-armed dahlias.
This is cryptic nonsense when
you start seeing the flesh,
in grass, where moon has come down
to water the Lucifer.
