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Relentlessly

Living the moment 
   without participation. 
      Not accepting the liberation. 
         I will call you when 
            earth starts weeping.

Someone lights a match 
   in dark, to see the rim 
      of black hole. A  
         suspension bridge hangs 
            between the tunnel of lies.

The uncertain tomorrow 
   and truncated present. 
      The life breaks the relationship 
        between fire and rain. Now 
           you invoke the black cloud.

The mania. You are shoved 
   on the tracks before incoming 
      electric wheels. This was 
        democracy on move pushing 
           the entrails out.


Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 9/30/2015 11:56:00 AM
Yes, democracy is always moving to push out the evil in our lives. A suspension bridge hangs between the tunnel of lies. What about the bigger bridge that spans the chasm of truth? Well written.
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