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Sep 2021
Brutal stance, the art
of blood is done. A snake was eating
its tail. I am a poem,you are the ink.

The assault on the moon
was not worthy of a sacred cow. Suddenly
something was coming towards me.

Does it influence you,
a raised hand coming out of the earth?
The newness knows the politics also.
Written by
Satsih Verma
103
   Imran Islam
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