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Law of causality was 
seeking answers from the 
rites of flowers. Why do a black powder 
and glass sharpnels interrupt 
the turnover of bliss, 
when I held the sacred 
lotus in my hand ?

Somebody brings moon 
at halt. A loud explosion prepares
the earth for penance, where 
we have come raising the bar.
Apparently, a carnage 
will deluge the street
with the blood of bystanders.

The planet is dead today 
in the belly of violence. 
You catch me off the guard.
All night I will go for vigil.

Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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