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Do Not Be Annoyed With Me
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Satish Verma This life has become a shrine.
I will knit the words for requiem,
to paint the unblemished body
for vultures.
Empty punctuations.
Born without mating, like aphids.
You swim like a shark.
Predators wait for hidden lovers.
Live show
of a war
without army. I wanted to know
how much truth was there
in your lies.
Where you sit today,
there was a temple erected
on the― bones of ancestors.
Like stonehenges
in circle. Do you know, how
much I love you?
Picky and neat,
why did I raise you
above my head?
