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Layered Aches

Strange it looks, some one crying on winning a race. He was o loser and a victor. After such a long fight, what is left on a banished field ? broken skulls and roaring laughter, Everything was crushed under falling snow of ruthlessness. And over the fire hangs a skeleton of past. The real truth again hides in the Survivor’s eyes. There is no witness of any crime. The court adjournd and the symbolists rejoice. Justice has come for a sale. The highest bidder will get the chair now Now will begin the layered aches in heart. SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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