A Wall Painting

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Satish Verma

Imperishable, 
you keep the truth frozen 
like the marrow, in the limbs of life, 
producing blood cells 
when sun rises. 

Knocking again 
at a rapist door 
to leak the secrets of a hidden bed 
of polity. 

Contours of a dimmed 
tunnel. 

The times; Oh, the tongues 
were tasting the peels of aorta.

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A very long tunnel once

"Contours of a dimmed tunnel." -- Ah Satish, you hit me where I live in this offering ~Allets~

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