satishverma
Pangs Of Truth
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There was nothing to hide. 
No jewels, no gold. I
wanted, to get the replica of afterlife.
Meet me in some moonless night.
I will show you a slice
of my bruises, offering it as
my panacea.
You were hurting yourself
invoking the baby god
on the night of lights.
It was hallucinating,
stabbing yourself in a
virtual suicide.
As the last rites started,
you got up from the funeral pyre
and walked away.
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