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Apr 2017
What happens when
you stop thinking?
Reaching near the god
or becoming a stone?

It was not enough even,
when you go in coma.
A shrine of dazzling failures.

The animosity, the politics
of violence.I cannot remain
untouched.Wounds would
never heal.

All fever.I am not alive.
of the marvels of religion.
I ask you to go away.This
Friday another Christ will die.

Becoming whole.Was it
possible today amidst the
unbecoming of human beings?
Written by
Satsih Verma
149
   Mack and Isabelle
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