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SMELL OF NOTHING, SMELL OF NOTHING, SMELL OF NOTHING, SMELL OF NOTHING, SMELL OF NOTHING

Driving green fire

out of melodies.

It was not make-believe

not mannerism

but smell of autopsy.

A pseudo-elegy starts

at burial site.

Frugality of dust

first decides to go to god

and then die.

Race, religion, tribe

and their foot-soldiers

had become red

for lupines. It feels like

fire of hell. I am drunk

and I am burning.

Satish Verma

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SMELL OF NOTHING

Driving green fire

out of melodies.

It was not make-believe

not mannerism

but smell of autopsy.

A pseudo-elegy starts

at burial site.

Frugality of dust

first decides to go to god

and then die.

Race, religion, tribe

and their foot-soldiers

had become red

for lupines. It feels like

fire of hell. I am drunk

and I am burning.

Satish Verma

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SMELL OF NOTHING

Driving green fire

out of melodies.

It was not make-believe

not mannerism

but smell of autopsy.

A pseudo-elegy starts

at burial site.

Frugality of dust

first decides to go to god

and then die.

Race, religion, tribe

and their foot-soldiers

had become red

for lupines. It feels like

fire of hell. I am drunk

and I am burning.

Satish Verma

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SMELL OF NOTHING

Driving green fire

out of melodies.

It was not make-believe

not mannerism

but smell of autopsy.

A pseudo-elegy starts

at burial site.

Frugality of dust

first decides to go to god

and then die.

Race, religion, tribe

and their foot-soldiers

had become red

for lupines. It feels like

fire of hell. I am drunk

and I am burning.

Satish Verma

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

SMELL OF NOTHING

Driving green fire

out of melodies.

It was not make-believe

not mannerism

but smell of autopsy.

A pseudo-elegy starts

at burial site.

Frugality of dust

first decides to go to god

and then die.

Race, religion, tribe

and their foot-soldiers

had become red

for lupines. It feels like

fire of hell. I am drunk

and I am burning.

Satish Verma

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

SMELL OF NOTHING

Driving green fire

out of melodies.

It was not make-believe

not mannerism

but smell of autopsy.

A pseudo-elegy starts

at burial site.

Frugality of dust

first decides to go to god

and then die.

Race, religion, tribe

and their foot-soldiers

had become red

for lupines. It feels like

fire of hell. I am drunk

and I am burning.

Satish Verma

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