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Satish Verma The pixels refuse to leave
the screen. There was a
defiance, unheard so far.
Will not misspeak about
the rape! Was it not a murder
of the white goddess in light?
Are you going to shut a
pink flame, smouldering
in the vicious grip of greed?
The skinny-dip in boiling
cauldron of hate? What
was left now of humor?
Walking on the lake water
retrieving your youth? Was
it worth your grand wasted life?
Satish Verma
