Black Magic

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Satish Verma

He was still paying the price 
for ultimate unbending. 
Before the black icon locked the waves 
to start tremors for an apolitical murder. 

He took the call and stood straight, 
stopped the melodrama of drinking the venom 
and became larger than death. 
This is the story of a common man, 

who remained silent, went on looking 
for the invisible marks on the ornamental sword 
carved after every farewell to the severed 
head of another clan.