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An unborn prayer
An unborn prayer

A twisted journey starts on wings

after the end of the road. Ambition

sits in corner,

nonchalantly and a tempest

hollers around the spires.

Broken down from parched ceiling

a mural turns into a mundane knife.

Lifts the rage,

of the fallen shirts

and starts a war with bleeding arms.

Light weeps on the shoulders of night,

I am not yet conceived in the womb.

Suns and stars

beyond the innocent years

have not crossed the boundaries of guilt.

Naked mankind sits on the banks of grief

after the futility of mourning

for death. A child rises from the shadows

of flame.

The eternal burns become green.

Satish Verma

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AN UNBORN PRAYER

A twisted journey starts on wings

after the end of the road. Ambition

sits in corner,

nonchalantly and a tempest

hollers around the spires.

Broken down from parched ceiling

a mural turns into a mundane knife.

Lifts the rage,

of the fallen shirts

and starts a war with bleeding arms.

Light weeps on the shoulders of night,

I am not yet conceived in the womb.

Suns and stars

beyond the innocent years

have not crossed the boundaries of guilt.

Naked mankind sits on the banks of grief

after the futility of mourning

for death. A child rises from the shadows

of flame.

The eternal burns become green.

Satish Verma

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

AN UNBORN PRAYER

A twisted journey starts on wings

after the end of the road. Ambition

sits in corner,

nonchalantly and a tempest

hollers around the spires.

Broken down from parched ceiling

a mural turns into a mundane knife.

Lifts the rage,

of the fallen shirts

and starts a war with bleeding arms.

Light weeps on the shoulders of night,

I am not yet conceived in the womb.

Suns and stars

beyond the innocent years

have not crossed the boundaries of guilt.

Naked mankind sits on the banks of grief

after the futility of mourning

for death. A child rises from the shadows

of flame.

The eternal burns become green.

Satish Verma

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

AN UNBORN PRAYER

A twisted journey starts on wings

after the end of the road. Ambition

sits in corner,

nonchalantly and a tempest

hollers around the spires.

Broken down from parched ceiling

a mural turns into a mundane knife.

Lifts the rage,

of the fallen shirts

and starts a war with bleeding arms.

Light weeps on the shoulders of night,

I am not yet conceived in the womb.

Suns and stars

beyond the innocent years

have not crossed the boundaries of guilt.

Naked mankind sits on the banks of grief

after the futility of mourning

for death. A child rises from the shadows

of flame.

The eternal burns become green.

Satish Verma

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

AN UNBORN PRAYER

A twisted journey starts on wings

after the end of the road. Ambition

sits in corner,

nonchalantly and a tempest

hollers around the spires.

Broken down from parched ceiling

a mural turns into a mundane knife.

Lifts the rage,

of the fallen shirts

and starts a war with bleeding arms.

Light weeps on the shoulders of night,

I am not yet conceived in the womb.

Suns and stars

beyond the innocent years

have not crossed the boundaries of guilt.

Naked mankind sits on the banks of grief

after the futility of mourning

for death. A child rises from the shadows

of flame.

The eternal burns become green.

Satish Verma

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