satishverma
Singularity
Category: /General/
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The horses run like― 
tiny dots, on horizon, to
meet inevitable.
A celestial dance
ensues for skulls uncapped
to hear the echoes.
How far was the house
of god, where you will receive
the revelation?
My tribe was hurt. I
cannot stand indeterminate
end of the slaughter.
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