Breakthough
Take a call and bring
the upside down.
The desire becomes supreme.
Are you going to redeem
for the lost empire ?
A musk deer will start
the scent-marking.
This was the price of
insecurity in the mob.
Unhook the wounds.
Life will give you
a new pretext to die.
It was an ordinary name.
No prefix and no frills.
You were ready to become anonymous.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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