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A vigil for scrolls: who writes the history now ? Actors are barbaric now – playing the malicious music of rebirth. There is no threat now from intimate- bombers. Be drunk on my breast – in lunar landscape, wearing no shoes. Buddha has lost his libido. Can you fix the bed of black roses ? A sick mind now writes- a transgender prose. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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