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For Whom The Sky Weeps
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Satish Verma You stop at the brink,
to flirt with the rim of
the lake.
Reading yourself in water
you wanted to defang
the life.
The blood berries expose
the guilt of the moon.
Would you sit at the bottom
of the bay and become
a doer? The white cobra waits
till you are paralyzed.
The lovers go crazy
baiting a god, to unleash
the trapped tempter.
A conflict between a
prey and the bottle. You
do not want to live in luxury.
