The Stones Are Coming

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Satish Verma

A bitch drags you
to smell the identity of Neanderthal.
How will you define the small human?

Now as I am hurt
I collect my poems from nostalgia.
The olive has the magic. This is not true.

I have to win at any
cost. Will you die for a lie? There
was no afterword after the kill.