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Paralyzed Words
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Satish Verma He who turns back
to bear the brunt of trajectory
finds a mysterious foul play.
Slanting down, I feel
that everyone was muzzled. I
will ask the stars to shut down.
All desires have become
wants. And anonymous hurts convert
into scars of unhappy life.
I love how you gather these
I love how you gather these phrases that, individually, seem to be unrelated and perhaps even random verbal constructions, into a singular and shrewd observation of human existence.
Starward