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By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

Blending with the light,
as ancients did―
on the leafy path.

You turn your gun―
on an old skull,
with broken teeth,

to rewrite the murder,
without qualms. A sniper
would take an aim.

Untouchable, the years
roll by, sending echos
in the valley of tears.

A final stroke.
The blood stops in the veins
while the angel sleeps.

By Satish Verma | Nov 8, 2017 | Category > Poem >Life | Comments | Views 140


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