Satish Verma Writing

It was difficult to rewrite one's own death―

When I wanted to stop you, the flame was

Syllepsis. A story goes. You can kill two―

Why would you need a miracle to become human, after

Blue moon of white night, wants― to bring down the sky

Black names― were on list. Bring the

Let's try a human logic for

Stealing from your eyes a visibly

Sometimes you want to walk to the gallows,

No more partisanship with hatchet.

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