Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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A Broken Pride

A leap into death bed.
The water of life
had sucked you dry.

Tracking a subtle sound,
I was chasing you
in the jungle of untruths.

You being in the crowd,
I was locating the god’s
vision in failing lights.

Who was hiding behind
the torn pages of
scriptures? The words

had started bleeding.
O, my god, the man was
going to defile a beast!
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