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Nov 2017
The poster boy
was a blind hunter
waiting for the blast.

The salt mausoleum
melts in moonlight
white as a sand.

A mofussil background
will search the estranged
words of childhood.


Like a hostage held
for the return of holy book
written in blood letters.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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