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Symphony, symphonySymphony, symphony

I have dipped my fingers

in the blood of the victim

and asked for the version of the surgeon.

The precocious death?

Do I need another witness?

Who was trapped under the fallen tree?

Only the passer - by was hit

not the bulldozer

which comes from the palace.

After the rain, tortoises will come out,

parrots will be shot down

without any qualms.

Molten lava flows on the thighs.

I come before the symphony and shout:

our homes are burning.

Satish Verma

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SYMPHONY

I have dipped my fingers

in the blood of the victim

and asked for the version of the surgeon.

The precocious death?

Do I need another witness?

Who was trapped under the fallen tree?

Only the passer - by was hit

not the bulldozer

which comes from the palace.

After the rain, tortoises will come out,

parrots will be shot down

without any qualms.

Molten lava flows on the thighs.

I come before the symphony and shout:

our homes are burning.

Satish Verma

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

SYMPHONY

I have dipped my fingers

in the blood of the victim

and asked for the version of the surgeon.

The precocious death?

Do I need another witness?

Who was trapped under the fallen tree?

Only the passer - by was hit

not the bulldozer

which comes from the palace.

After the rain, tortoises will come out,

parrots will be shot down

without any qualms.

Molten lava flows on the thighs.

I come before the symphony and shout:

our homes are burning.

Satish Verma

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

SYMPHONY

I have dipped my fingers

in the blood of the victim

and asked for the version of the surgeon.

The precocious death?

Do I need another witness?

Who was trapped under the fallen tree?

Only the passer - by was hit

not the bulldozer

which comes from the palace.

After the rain, tortoises will come out,

parrots will be shot down

without any qualms.

Molten lava flows on the thighs.

I come before the symphony and shout:

our homes are burning.

Satish Verma

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

SYMPHONY

I have dipped my fingers

in the blood of the victim

and asked for the version of the surgeon.

The precocious death?

Do I need another witness?

Who was trapped under the fallen tree?

Only the passer - by was hit

not the bulldozer

which comes from the palace.

After the rain, tortoises will come out,

parrots will be shot down

without any qualms.

Molten lava flows on the thighs.

I come before the symphony and shout:

our homes are burning.

Satish Verma

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