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Walked into the sun, He. With weak flesh. A storm was raging on burning sands. In hollow of his knees gravel was hitting hard. He moved onwards in trance Visionary, homeless, life in open was blessing. A huge crowd followed him, voiceless.. Hushed silence breaks the dam. Valley of timbers was ready to receive the blood, from epicenter, from fields. SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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