20 december 2017
Honey Trap
The shoes
will have to come off.
You have to walk
barefoot on grass.
Life had become
unworthy, of death.
Do you believe
in killing of a river?
This was age
of denials. When glib was
beseeched by truth not to
speak against dry bed of water.
The flames of battlefield
suck the glory of coci.
They were standing
in a line for the prayers.
Did you know what
was beyond the sky?
A loveless world
where no bird sings.
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