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Drumming
Folder:
Satish Verma in hired spring and naked thighs
the eternal sorrow did not go, it was living in our
memory under the gun of an unknown soldier. The
mania
had brought the overwhelming jeopardy of artificial
smiles, the swords, and ropes and different
tools of torture brew abomination, my clay
absorbs the shock, the abandonement of pain;
I reach for the icicles of veiled fire to burn
the generosity, the sacrificial amputation
of one’s own neck in service of opposition
