Soaked In Blood

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Satish Verma

They had surrounded the tank; 
collars on the legs. 
You were tracking the revolution. 

The process melts the crosses 
in flowing blood. 
Everybody was carrying a rose. 

The bruises were spreading 
on table. 
King was drinking wine. 

Unwritten law. 
Death will sleep on street 
with burning pyres. 

Don’t throw the blankets 
on red eyes. 
Moon will stay whole night.

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