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For A Forgotton Story
The decline is steep and fast
Life groans
under the debris of charities.
Can you trespass the designed lies?
When the path reaches the milestone
long arms of justice defies the boulders,
which were ready to build a shrine.
The mutiny was feeble
and the poisoned arrow did not find the guilty.
A big mouth causes
delirium tremens. You weep under a cloud.
Let us drink a toast
in memory of a failed god
Who could not rescue a town
from loneliness.
A courtesan lies in the mid of road
under concrete asphalt.
The wheels don’t stop
and world moves on.
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