I was Tired of Immortality

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Satish Verma

You lived in me.
Pure words. Passion changes the
climate, when death is in the care of flowers.

You are playing a
pivotal role to mix hate and love.
Meanwhile I search for the light in darkness.

Ah, grace was not enough
What is mercy? We forget our religion.
Can you recite the sacred mantras?

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I love this.  It's so raw and

I love this.  It's so raw and real. Beautifully penned