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Pride of valley
Pride of valley
When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate
for the human torpedo was to blow up
the silence of time.
Sick was the death-struck
new born, praise of the ghost of tiger
in the name of glory of green eyes.
The orange moon was absolutely naked;
the snow dripped in a cave to form a cone
and the valley was burning wide.
The bag of charcoal given
to a shephered had turned into gold-
nuggets at home. The vultured sky
was claiming more bodies.
A miracle was swelling the crowd
and the crown was proud of deaths.
Satish Verma
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PRIDE OF VALLEY
When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate
for the human torpedo was to blow up
the silence of time.
Sick was the death-struck
new born, praise of the ghost of tiger
in the name of glory of green eyes.
The orange moon was absolutely naked;
the snow dripped in a cave to form a cone
and the valley was burning wide.
The bag of charcoal given
to a shephered had turned into gold-
nuggets at home. The vultured sky
was claiming more bodies.
A miracle was swelling the crowd
and the crown was proud of deaths.
Satish Verma
-----------------------------------------------------
PRIDE OF VALLEY
When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate
for the human torpedo was to blow up
the silence of time.
Sick was the death-struck
new born, praise of the ghost of tiger
in the name of glory of green eyes.
The orange moon was absolutely naked;
the snow dripped in a cave to form a cone
and the valley was burning wide.
The bag of charcoal given
to a shephered had turned into gold-
nuggets at home. The vultured sky
was claiming more bodies.
A miracle was swelling the crowd
and the crown was proud of deaths.
Satish Verma
-----------------------------------------------------
PRIDE OF VALLEY
When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate
for the human torpedo was to blow up
the silence of time.
Sick was the death-struck
new born, praise of the ghost of tiger
in the name of glory of green eyes.
The orange moon was absolutely naked;
the snow dripped in a cave to form a cone
and the valley was burning wide.
The bag of charcoal given
to a shephered had turned into gold-
nuggets at home. The vultured sky
was claiming more bodies.
A miracle was swelling the crowd
and the crown was proud of deaths.
Satish Verma
-----------------------------------------------------
PRIDE OF VALLEY
When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate
for the human torpedo was to blow up
the silence of time.
Sick was the death-struck
new born, praise of the ghost of tiger
in the name of glory of green eyes.
The orange moon was absolutely naked;
the snow dripped in a cave to form a cone
and the valley was burning wide.
The bag of charcoal given
to a shephered had turned into gold-
nuggets at home. The vultured sky
was claiming more bodies.
A miracle was swelling the crowd
and the crown was proud of deaths.
Satish Verma
-----------------------------------------------------
PRIDE OF VALLEY
When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate
for the human torpedo was to blow up
the silence of time.
Sick was the death-struck
new born, praise of the ghost of tiger
in the name of glory of green eyes.
The orange moon was absolutely naked;
the snow dripped in a cave to form a cone
and the valley was burning wide.
The bag of charcoal given
to a shephered had turned into gold-
nuggets at home. The vultured sky
was claiming more bodies.
A miracle was swelling the crowd
and the crown was proud of deaths.
Satish Verma
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