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NO RETURN, NO RETURN, NO RETURN, NO RETURN, NO RETURN, NO RETURN

It was inheritance

of age

before the mirrors

for the language of windows.

The high rise buildings

always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide

and I cannot reach the sky.

I want to say

what I did not want to say.

The lake has gone in a siege

till infinity.

Wrap me a sharp knife

I will cut my tongue today

to offer to goddess of shame.

The light has gone away from my heart.

Satish Verma

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NO RETURN

It was inheritance

of age

before the mirrors

for the language of windows.

The high rise buildings

always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide

and I cannot reach the sky.

I want to say

what I did not want to say.

The lake has gone in a siege

till infinity.

Wrap me a sharp knife

I will cut my tongue today

to offer to goddess of shame.

The light has gone away from my heart.

Satish Verma

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NO RETURN

It was inheritance

of age

before the mirrors

for the language of windows.

The high rise buildings

always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide

and I cannot reach the sky.

I want to say

what I did not want to say.

The lake has gone in a siege

till infinity.

Wrap me a sharp knife

I will cut my tongue today

to offer to goddess of shame.

The light has gone away from my heart.

Satish Verma

------------------------------

NO RETURN

It was inheritance

of age

before the mirrors

for the language of windows.

The high rise buildings

always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide

and I cannot reach the sky.

I want to say

what I did not want to say.

The lake has gone in a siege

till infinity.

Wrap me a sharp knife

I will cut my tongue today

to offer to goddess of shame.

The light has gone away from my heart.

Satish Verma

------------------------------

NO RETURN

It was inheritance

of age

before the mirrors

for the language of windows.

The high rise buildings

always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide

and I cannot reach the sky.

I want to say

what I did not want to say.

The lake has gone in a siege

till infinity.

Wrap me a sharp knife

I will cut my tongue today

to offer to goddess of shame.

The light has gone away from my heart.

Satish Verma

------------------------------

NO RETURN

It was inheritance

of age

before the mirrors

for the language of windows.

The high rise buildings

always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide

and I cannot reach the sky.

I want to say

what I did not want to say.

The lake has gone in a siege

till infinity.

Wrap me a sharp knife

I will cut my tongue today

to offer to goddess of shame.

The light has gone away from my heart.

Satish Verma

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