satishverma
No Enemies
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Forgiving myself
to celebrate the
holiness of words.
Suffered every day
like marbles,
lying in dry grass.
Trapped. The dark
clouds will not release
the moon to take revenge.
I am afraid
of myself. Standing
against the blind wall.
Cold and blue,
the talking mirror
wants to go deaf and dumb.
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