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Lift The Death's Veil
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Satish Verma Questioning yourself―
like a Spanish Inquisition.
Ruthlessly digging out,
the anatomy of arrogance.
No flavor. I speak
to myself of atypical
intolerance of a man in revolt.
The slavery of tongue will not go.
On the verge, the other
thought collapses. No longer
the heritage remains faithful.
Love suddenly becomes
stranger. You won't touch
yourself. The narcissism becomes suicidal.
The black song
empties the mind. You want to weave,
but air does not become green.
I stand alone. The cosmos
moves away.
