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Revolution

Throwing the wreath across the river after the canal rapture ? Does it look eerie ? Yes it was spine-chilling to see. The band went on to play: ‘nearer to island’. There was a pause. Then a question. The black space was done for. The hatching. A plot ? Upstaging a snowstorm falling in someone’s lap with white roses. In cracked dry mud an unclenched fist deconstructs a map. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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