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For a Desirable World

An extreme smog descends 
on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops 
the landscape. You watch the 
world crumbling around you.
    The death was very beautiful 
    thing, a moment before dying.

Becoming activist had contributed 
towards the end; like 
targeting yourself to be hanged. 
The particulates pollution of 
    depression had seeped, and 
    Milky Way was asking, are you breathing ?

The fish now swims outside 
the body. Death has many colours to celebrate.


Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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