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Death Was Lucky
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Satish Verma I will find another
indigo in you, when you
were linked to exercising talons.
Stealing my moons,
for a rapturous choke,
I was being observed.
A face off begins
on the stage of life, between
wrecked ego and collective guilt.
Thumbs severed off. Ghosts
of war are mushrooming.
A winter crop was becoming rich.
Only god knows, why
singingbirds were silent.
October was not very cool, and
big tears were not flowing.
The unparalleled blood
was becoming thinner.
