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SUBDUED LAUGHTER, SUBDUED LAUGHTER, SUBDUED LAUGHTER, SUBDUED LAUGHTER, SUBDUED LAUGHTER

The chemistry of hate

changes in a thorn's shade.

I start digging out the past

for a blind sun,

for a qualified rejection.

He was stranded in a death-row:

the civilians were killed.

Was a meditating Buddha with

a bomb, doing his routine job

of annihilation?

I am surprised of a god walking

in the graveyard to find his own

son lying asunder six feet deep

below the burden of kisses from

the vanishing mankind.

Satish Verma

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SUBDUED LAUGHTER

The chemistry of hate

changes in a thorn's shade.

I start digging out the past

for a blind sun,

for a qualified rejection.

He was stranded in a death-row:

the civilians were killed.

Was a meditating Buddha with

a bomb, doing his routine job

of annihilation?

I am surprised of a god walking

in the graveyard to find his own

son lying asunder six feet deep

below the burden of kisses from

the vanishing mankind.

Satish Verma

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SUBDUED LAUGHTER

The chemistry of hate

changes in a thorn's shade.

I start digging out the past

for a blind sun,

for a qualified rejection.

He was stranded in a death-row:

the civilians were killed.

Was a meditating Buddha with

a bomb, doing his routine job

of annihilation?

I am surprised of a god walking

in the graveyard to find his own

son lying asunder six feet deep

below the burden of kisses from

the vanishing mankind.

Satish Verma

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

SUBDUED LAUGHTER

The chemistry of hate

changes in a thorn's shade.

I start digging out the past

for a blind sun,

for a qualified rejection.

He was stranded in a death-row:

the civilians were killed.

Was a meditating Buddha with

a bomb, doing his routine job

of annihilation?

I am surprised of a god walking

in the graveyard to find his own

son lying asunder six feet deep

below the burden of kisses from

the vanishing mankind.

Satish Verma

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

SUBDUED LAUGHTER

The chemistry of hate

changes in a thorn's shade.

I start digging out the past

for a blind sun,

for a qualified rejection.

He was stranded in a death-row:

the civilians were killed.

Was a meditating Buddha with

a bomb, doing his routine job

of annihilation?

I am surprised of a god walking

in the graveyard to find his own

son lying asunder six feet deep

below the burden of kisses from

the vanishing mankind.

Satish Verma

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