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STUMBLING
STUMBLING

Disaffection

brings out, the black fever.

Stars will chart the inky path.

It was too close

the brazen attack

on sacred rites.

Prejudice

of contents was besides, heavy.

I am going to flee from spaces.

You become a fodder

of white ghost.

Your shadow cleaves in water.

Below the bridge

hangs a tale.

The river had received phosphorescent bodies.

Satish Verma

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STUMBLING, STUMBLING, STUMBLING, STUMBLING, STUMBLING

By: Satish Verma

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